The Good Samarathon

It was mile 25 and I was in pain. My legs were inflamed by all the powers of the underworld, my stomach carried a ticking "GU" bomb, and my will had all but evaporated at mile 22. My first, and assuredly last, marathon was nearing completion, but every step forward felt pointless. Even though I... Continue Reading →

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