Tomorrow is the eighth anniversary of my only marathon. I set out to finish in under four hours and made it with less than a minute to spare.
I'm decidedly not in marathon shape today, having struggled to find the motivation to attack 26.2 miles a second time. Perhaps someday I'll resume running far enough distances to attain the endorphin-bathed runner's-high manic state known to joggers as "Pheidippides-nuts."
