It was 36km into a 42.195km marathon run when my legs began telling me I should have finished by now. Deep down inside, I was aching, tired and had a belly full of goopy energy gels that didn’t seem to be working their magic anymore. I had reached a point in this race where it felt hard. Really hard.
Somehow, through the foggy miasma pooling in my head, …
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