The spikes were light and strong, able to keep me upright no matter what storms and been and gone.
Cross country running helped me to get a grip on life, the spikes were the perfect metaphor each time I pulled the laces snug.
The spikes became one with my feet every cross country run, caked in mud as if I had become sculpture within it, awaiting the artist's chisel.
I wore those spikes on every cross country run. They became a ritual of sorts that summoned my courage and strength of spirit.
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