Prelude to a run

March 9, 2013, early on in my first ever half marathon, we passed a mile marker, and someone shouted, "Four! Who likes four? FOUR!!" While I always enjoy enthusiasm, I was thinking to myself, "We're only on mile 4?" We still had such a long way to go. Though I wasn't feeling it at the time, the joke's on me in end, because I've thought of that guy on just about every single long run I've done since then. I felt like I'd never be done, and now it's a long time ago. Well played, 'who likes...

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