“Please, will you just leave me! I’ll meet you at the finish”. These are the words coming out of a tired and slightly angry runner named Emma, about 20ish miles into the Chicago Marathon on 7thOctober. I could have left, I could have run off on my own, but I’d made a promise to Emma and … Continue reading Pacing, Puking and a PB
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