Don't look back. That's what I told myself as I rounded the corner of a sun-streaked Central Park somewhere in between the leafy green mile markers and the finish line.
I eased off the pace. Got my breathing back under control. And the epiphany struck: I don't need to run at any particular pace or register any particular time. All I need to do is run at the speed of fun.
The practical side of me won out this time around, so I won't be traveling to the TransAlpine Run this September to write about the race. This year, the focus remains on getting married and other new life endeavors. I'm not hanging up the hat for good on stage racing, however.
This usually wild and eccentric district was transformed into another dimension entirely. Even by Haight Street's wacky standards this oddball spectacle was out-of-this-world.
Just about anyone can complete a marathon if they put their minds and bodies to the effort. However, anyone also can be badly injured if there is a failure to take training seriously.
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