Marathons: they are a test of human spirit, of physical endurance, of how long a person can survive in a conversation without mentioning that they're training for one. They are a LOT: 26.2 miles of running, preceded by months of training. If you're reading this, it is possible that in a springtime spasm of self-improvement or a New Year's Resolution accident, you signed up for one, and it is beginning to dawn on you that you're going to have to go through with it. That's where I am as I write this. I got into this year's New York City Marathon, it is six weeks away, and I am in the thick of the Season of Ruined Weekends: That last couple of months when each new Saturday or Sunday morning means more miles: 14, 16, 18, 20, then you dial it back for a couple of weekends, then you actually have to go and run the whole 26.2. |
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