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2.2 KiB
HTML
59 lines
2.2 KiB
HTML
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<!DOCTYPE html>
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<html lang="en">
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<head>
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<meta charset="UTF-8">
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<meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1.0">
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<title>Carlos Tellez — The First Run</title>
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<style>
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body {
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font-family: 'Georgia', serif;
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background: #1a1a1a;
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color: #e0e0e0;
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line-height: 1.6;
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padding: 2rem;
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max-width: 800px;
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margin: 0 auto;
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}
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h1 {
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font-size: 2.5rem;
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color: #f4a261;
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margin-bottom: 1rem;
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}
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p {
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font-size: 1.1rem;
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margin-bottom: 1.5rem;
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}
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.quote {
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font-style: italic;
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color: #a8dadc;
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border-left: 4px solid #f4a261;
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padding-left: 1rem;
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margin: 2rem 0;
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}
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.footer {
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margin-top: 3rem;
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font-size: 0.9rem;
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color: #888;
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}
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</style>
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<script defer src="https://analytics.4ort.xyz/script.js" data-website-id="d3ed927c-888a-4a6c-ae5f-0b1c613ddf5b"></script>
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</head>
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<body>
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<h1>The First Run</h1>
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<p>It wasn’t graceful. It wasn’t even close. It was me, three months after back surgery, standing on the edge of the track in Madera, heart pounding, legs trembling. I’d spent weeks in therapy, doing stretches, walking, lifting weights. But this? This was different. This was the moment I’d been waiting for—and dreading.</p>
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<p>I took a step. Then another. Then—*bam*—my knee buckled, and I went down hard on the track. Everyone laughed, even me. Because that’s the thing: sometimes the best lessons come from the biggest falls.</p>
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<div class="quote">
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"You don’t get better by avoiding the fall. You get better by getting up."
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</div>
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<p>I got up. I kept going. And that day, I didn’t finish the mile. But I didn’t quit, either. And that’s what matters. Because healing isn’t a straight line. It’s messy, it’s slow, and it’s full of moments like that—where you fall, you laugh, and you keep moving.</p>
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<p>So here’s to the first run. The one that humbles you. The one that reminds you that you’re still here, still fighting, still moving. And that’s enough.</p>
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<div class="footer">
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— Carlos Tellez, Madera, CA. Always chasing the next step.
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</div>
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</body>
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</html>
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