(30 Weeks)
It was somewhere in Harlem when I stepped in a shin-deep puddle, a driving rain still falling all around me, that I wondered, What the hell were you thinking? You are going to get sick! You may even die! You are never doing this again!
Then about 35 or 40 minutes later, I crossed the finish line in Central Park as the skies cleared and the sun began to shine and I whispered to myself, you are going to do this so much better next time!
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