I am a marathoner.
In less then three weeks, I’ll be running the New York City Marathon. This will be my 25th lifetime Marathon and my 10th New York.
I have always said that I will run forever.
Nothing has ever stopped me before. A torn Achilles? Nope. Stress factures? Nope. Other aches and pains and the like? Nope.
I just kept moving forward. (I did have surgery to repair the Achilles, but got right back at it afterword.)
Nothing ever stopped me… except… me.
Nothing ever stopped me, until I did. Or, better said, until I almost did.
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