Los Angeles Marathon 2011 t Sunday, I ran in Griffith Park. It was a 15-miler — the most I had ever run in my life — and I was scared. I struggled to rein in my anxious mind.
Runners went by in every direction, solo and in packs. Some fast, some slow, some overweight, a community of secret weekend athletes. I slipped in and joined them.
At around mile three, a man made eye contact. He ran across the road and started to keep pace with me. He was in his 50s, with a beautiful smile.
His name
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