station, walking up the hills and running down them until i got to mile twelve. i decided that i would build up my strength for .1 miles, then run the last mile in.
the last mile: when i turned the corner, there were people sitting at patio bars, drinking beer and cheering runners on. they would see your name and cheer you on as well, and it felt good to hear it, even though you knew they were only goofing off. then came the sign, the one that told runners on their first lap to turn. it also told runners on their second lap to move to the right. that’s when 