The honor of struggling and failing
The miles of steep climbs were passing by like speed bumps. The surplus of downhills ahead of me foreshadowed a strong finish.
Then, just over halfway through the marathon, I felt a twinge in my right achilles.
The miles of steep climbs were passing by like speed bumps. The surplus of downhills ahead of me foreshadowed a strong finish.
Then, just over halfway through the marathon, I felt a twinge in my right achilles.