Never before had I run my best race and had such a good time doing it. I finished with a huge smile and a personal record. By mile ten, my body began to send stress signals, but I was still moving well and feeling confident, with none of the gasping panic of shorter races or the soul-sucking exhaustion of the marathon. Even though we were flying, I was running comfortably: working hard but controlled and not rapidly accumulating fatigue or worrying about holding on. Soon we were speeding along at a pace that took my breath away whenever I saw a split. ![]() I’d been doing long runs and speed workouts in preparation for the New York City Marathon, and lined up to race in Philly beside a more experienced training buddy. I fell in love with the half marathon one September morning on the streets of Philadelphia.
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