I've run 2 marathons. In the first I hit the wall at mile 18. Cramps in my legs forced me to walk for much of the last 8 miles. When I finished, I looked and felt like death. One friend at the finish line commented, "He looks gray". ~ While training for my second marathon, I often thought about mile 18. I despised it. I feared it. I fixated on it. I determined to pass it feeling differently than the first time. As the race neared I planned a small ritual that included spitting on the ground as I passed mile 18. ~ The second marathon was much different. Experience and wisdom gave me the opportunity to edit a scene from my life and improve upon it. As I passed the iconic marker, my vision blurred from emotion and I left my mark ~ mile 18 spit.

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