I’m a middle-aged distance runner. Which is translated as I’m old and slow. I’m also a Navy Reservist, which means that twice a year I get graded on how fast I can run a mile and a half. Over most of the last decade, I’ve taken a smug satisfaction in being able to be pretty … Continue reading Running, cruel mistress
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