I’m supposed to be writing an epilogue. But this little essay is a tougher task than I imagined. After all, I wrote the book (an 87,000-word first draft, no less) in 10 months. How hard could it really be?
Really hard.
When Falling Short of a Goal Feels Just Right
I flew to Philadelphia last Friday for the Rehoboth Beach Half Marathon on the coast of Delaware. The flat, fast, late-autumn race felt like the perfect way to break back into racing after my five-month absence fueled by book deadlines, TED talks and sibling weddings, plus an untimely ankle sprain on Halloween night.