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"The problem is that white people see racism as conscious hate, when racism is bigger than that. Racism is a complex system of social and political levers and pulleys set up generations ago to continue working on the behalf of whites at other people’s expense, whether whites know/like it or not. Racism is an insidious cultural disease. It is so insidious that it doesn’t care if you are a white person who likes black people; it’s still going to find a way to infect how you deal with people who don’t look like you. Yes, racism looks like hate, but hate is just one manifestation. Privilege is another. Access is another. Ignorance is another. Apathy is another. And so on. So while I agree with people who say no one is born racist, it remains a powerful system that we’re immediately born into. It’s like being born into air: you take it in as soon as you breathe. It’s not a cold that you can get over. There is no anti-racist certification class. It’s a set of socioeconomic traps and cultural values that are fired up every time we interact with the world. It is a thing you have to keep scooping out of the boat of your life to keep from drowning in it. I know it’s hard work, but it’s the price you pay for owning everything."

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he motherfucking dropped the truth.

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this is a super important explanation to think about whenever you feel like telling someone that something isn’t racist because you don’t hate x person.

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I probably reblogged in the past, but here it is again in that case.

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Mic drop.

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I checked my watch every 400m split even though I told myself to stop. I guess I couldn’t help it. The perfectionist in me told me I needed to make sure I was still hitting the goal time. Different waves of runners came on the track but I still stayed in lane 1- running the same 400m and 200m repeats. 

I hit a wall half way through and asked myself, “WHY AM I HERE? I just want to be done! I am not enjoying this! I hate every peice of this track, every peice of this city, every peice of myself.” 

As the sun set and people left while I was still left behind to finish the workout, I felt like my mind was spiraling out of control. I felt like I had nothing to give yet there was still so much left to run. The reality of everything hit me in the face at this moment and I was scared. I am in a new city where I know barely anyone. I miss my hometown terribly and I am so god awful terrified for this next cross country season that I am starting to fold in on myself. 

Old insecurities that I thought disappeared quickly popped up once I moved here and I realize how comfortable I became in Duluth. I feel really insecure in my running capabilities. I have to remind myself that I’m here because I love it not because it matters how good I am on a competitive scale. I need to let that go: comparing myself to others and not being proud of my times. 

I am really scared and this is a new state of mind to be in. Sometimes I want to bury myself into a hole and just reminisce about Duluth. However, I realize there are SO MANY opportunities here for me. I am thinking a lot about my mother and how much she believes in me. Even when I was running 7 minute miles, she was cheering the loudest. I want to make her proud and achieve things that she didn’t to because of her circumstances. 

The strive for perfection drove me to develop an eating disorder and lead to an anxiety disorder. That strive lead me awake at night, trembling at thoughts of what could go wrong, what I did wrong, what I can do next. I don’t want to be perfect anymore - I just want to be happy. I want to succeed but I want to succeed because I’m passionate and proud about the things I’m doing. That means I’m satisfied about running a sub 5 minute mile or a 6 minute mile. 

I think I can do that. 

— 1 week ago