A story or two.
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Few things felt as wonderful to Bruce as the breeze on his face as he ran round the large, green soccer field. He had read somewhere that Indians ran barefoot because they believed that the morning dew on the grass was good for the body. So he tried running on the field without his jogging shoes and, despite the initial discomfort, found it bracing to be running on cool, moist grass. He had always liked to run. He remembered the days when, as a young student, he ran on the tennis lawns near his home while his father walked on the periphery and kept an indulgent eye on his athletic son. Even as a rising executive later on, though he kept long hours in the office, he would find time to run a mile or so and enjoy the wind strike his face.
