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As dickish as it sounds to write—even to me!—I'm a casual marathon runner. What does that mean, you braggadocious turd? I'll tell you. I'm one of those sad people that The New York Times keeps writing about—someone who took to distance running during a quarter-ish life crisis, in search of a vague sense of fulfillment and a dramatic anxiety solution. Why is this important? I've logged enough miles to give advice to, you know, someone who just wants to run without breaking, straining, or busting something. Stick around and let me tell you why I've never loved a running shoe more than the Hoka Clifton 9.

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