I was running around mile 16 of the 2018 New Jersey Marathon when I pulled over to the side of the road, slowed to a walk, and started unpinning my race bib. I didn’t want to be running this race anymore; I wanted nothing to do with it. I had been gunning for a sub
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Even though I had accomplished my goal, my redemption race left me feeling more alone than ever.
My first experience with the Boston Marathon was my freshman year of college. I filled my Nalgene bottle (a necessity back then) with cranberry juice and vodka, and went to cheer on the runners with my friends. I clapped at strangers and wore a Yankees baseball hat, for which I was ridiculed for by several
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