26.2

Tomorrow I'm heading to Pasadena to give out bib numbers to runners competing in the upcoming Rose Bowl Half Marathon. Although not a runner myself, I have long had a love affair with this grueling endeavor. Having been raised in the shadow of Boston's famed "Heartbreak Hill," marathons are in my blood.

26.2 miles. Two sneakers. And a whole lot of heart. That's what marathons require. While the elite competitors race for time, most race against the distance itself. Running, walking, even crawling if that will bring that elusive finish line one inch closer. 

"Marathoning. The triumph of desire over reason." – New Balance

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