5. Discovering My Limits at the New York City Marathon
"Turning the corner onto Lafayette Avenue, I looked at my arm. It was covered in goosebumps for the sixth time in the last 50 minutes. I’d been counting. Two hours later, the pain had set in and I was incapable of thinking anything so small. At that moment, there were 26.2 miles of the New York Marathon behind and I was crossing the finish line in Central Park. It was a long time coming—eight months and three hours to be exact—of turning pain into more pain." This week, Kevin Bailie, former Quee...
