I have never enjoyed running.
Once I finally put down whatever devastatingly tragic, yet steamy fantasy book I’m in the middle of (I read a lot), I’ll always prioritize spending time with loved ones and work over going to the gym.
Still, during my quarter-life crisis, I decided to take on the challenge of a half-marathon. (The end of grad school, a rough break-up, and the general abysmal state of the world may have had something to do with it.) The only path forward, as hellish as it seemed, was a half-marathon, though I had little experience with the core activity one involved. I inevitably gave up each time I attempted to start jogging “for fun,” and got winded in my weekly soccer matches.
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