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  • Running and Realizing You Cannot Control Every Outcome

    Running and Realizing You Cannot Control Every Outcome

    (the _deni_dictionary) I used to believe that if I did everything right, the run would reward me. Sleep well. Eat properly. Follow the plan. Show up consistently. In return, I expected good legs, smooth pacing, and steady improvement. When that happened, the logic felt confirmed. When it did not, frustration followed. Some days, despite doing…

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  • Running Past the Same Place Again and Again

    Running Past the Same Place Again and Again

    (Bidadari Park, which I frequent at least twice a week!) I run the same routes so often that I could probably do them with my eyes closed. I know exactly where the pavement dips slightly. Where the streetlight flickers at night. Where the smell of fried food drifts out in the evenings and disappears by…

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  • Running on Days When You Would Rather Not

    Running on Days When You Would Rather Not

    There is a very specific kind of run that almost never gets written about. It is not the triumphant long run. Not the race. Not the day everything clicks and you feel light and fast and invincible. It is the run you nearly do not go on. The excuses are never dramatic. You are not…

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  • Running Without Knowing Where It Is Going

    Running Without Knowing Where It Is Going

    There’s something special about East Coast Park in Singapore, the way you can wander off the established track and get lost somewhere you never intended to be. In fact … Some of my most memorable runs began without a plan. No distance goal. No route mapped out. No idea how long I would be gone.…

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  • Running and the Art of Letting Go

    Running and the Art of Letting Go

    There is a particular moment during some runs when I realize I am holding on to too much. It usually happens when my shoulders start to ache for no clear reason, or when my jaw feels tight even though I am breathing just fine. Nothing is technically wrong. Yet everything feels heavier than it should.…

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  • Nature Does Not Care About Your Plans

    Nature Does Not Care About Your Plans

    (me after twisting an ankle during a hike!! thank god I wasn’t alone) Nature has a way of quietly undoing your expectations. You arrive with a plan. A route mapped out, a timeline in mind, an idea of how the day should unfold. You think you know when the climb will get hard, when the…

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  • Growth That Does Not Show Up on Paper

    Growth That Does Not Show Up on Paper

    Some kinds of growth are easy to recognize. Grades rise, times drop, milestones line up neatly on a page. They are simple to explain and easy to prove. But a lot of the growth that matters most does not look like progress at all. It shows up quietly, in how you respond when things go…

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  • Youth Climate Essay Contest 2025 – Yale Climate Connections & Climate Cardinals

    Youth Climate Essay Contest 2025 – Yale Climate Connections & Climate Cardinals

    Turning Numbers Into Action When I think about what first made climate change real to me, it wasn’t a documentary or a news article. Instead, it was sitting in a classroom with fellow members of our school’s environmental club, staring at a spreadsheet, calculating greenhouse gas emissions from school lunches as part of our student-led…

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  • Green Stories Project “Epiphanies” Short Story Contest 2025

    Green Stories Project “Epiphanies” Short Story Contest 2025

    THE BLACKOUT DINNER Housefly News Network, Channel 2 ANCHOR:We now go to our correspondent, Griblo, with a follow-up on last week’s unusual events. GRIBLO (wings buzzing steadily):Thank you Hive. It has been one week since the blackout in Kitchen Sector 7112B. Power has long been restored, yet every evening the humans here continue a new…

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  • Running Taught Me That Time Cannot Be Rushed

    Running Taught Me That Time Cannot Be Rushed

    The sky was still dark when I stepped outside. Not the peaceful kind of dark, but the heavy, unfinished kind that comes right before dawn. The streetlights hummed softly, reflecting off patches of damp pavement left behind by last night’s rain. Somewhere in the distance, a delivery truck groaned awake. I checked my watch. Too…

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