Last weekend, I ran a marathon.
I started training for it in late summer. I didn’t tell many people about it. It wouldn’t be my first marathon – it would be, somewhat unbelievably, my sixth – so like the sixth child, it wouldn’t exactly be stunning news.
But beyond that, I was nervous. I quit the last marathon I ran. I made every mistake in the book – goi…
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