It’s been many weeks now since the 2019 Boston Marathon and I am still licking my wounds and analyzing what went so wrong. I’ve been a runner since I was 12 years-old and 43 years later, I am still lacing up my sneakers in search of finish-lines. After 65 marathons and a few ultra-marathons, you might think acing those 26.2 miles would be a no-brainer, that I’d know just what to do. And yet, the wheels came off and I ran my slowest time ever – by a lot.

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