Basically, what I’m saying is that my completion of a half-marathon won’t be an accomplishment for human civilization. A 13-mile jog through Downtown Denver on a Sunday morning is relatively commonplace — despite the enormous medal draped around my neck at the end — and represents no significant milestone of achievement that would require a celebration. It hardly deserves brunch at the end.


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