I’ve run a lot of marathons. When I look at the list now, it almost surprises me. Years of training cycles, early mornings, finish lines in cities all over the country, and versions of myself that no longer exist in the same way they once did. From my first Derby Marathon in Louisville in 2011, to Chicago, Indianapolis, Cincinnati (more times than I can count), Disney, Marine Corps, Rock ‘n’ Roll races, and finally Pocatello in September 2023 — these races span over a decade of my life. Some were fast. Some were ugly. Some were done on tired legs, broken plans, or sheer stubbornness. A few highlights (and lowlights): Sub-4 in my early years, when everything felt possible Learning how hard patience actually is Multiple Flying Pig Marathons — because Cincinnati has a way of pulling you back A 12:58:30 50-mile ultra that completely changed how I define “hard” Finishing marathons when I was undertrained, overworked, or just mentally exhausted And plenty of races where the goal wasn’t a tim...
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