The Race With No Medal
No race bib. No medal. No official timer. And it still counts.
A group of us decided to run our own 10K on the 4th of July — pre-dawn, almost 80 degrees, 94% humidity, a leader training for a half Ironman setting a pace that wasn't ours. Then we ended it by plunging straight into the river. Nobody was watching. Nothing was recorded. And it was some of the realest work any of us have done.
This one is about the accomplishment that has no audience — the run you almost quit, the finish line only you and a few friends will ever know about. Because the medal, the recognition, the public record?…
The skinny
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