Think of somewhere that takes you an hour to get to by car. For me, that's about 50 miles, and it's too far to drive to get dinner or to commute to work. But ten days from now, I'm going to run that far. I'm past the phase of waking up in the middle of…
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Nifty Fifty (Miles) I know what I want to do next. Run 50 miles. Perhaps the most exciting thing about qualifying for Boston is — well, that I don't have to do it anymore. I don't mean I'm happy that I can sit on the couch and eat potato chips now, though I have done…
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