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My father just qualified for the Boston Marathon for the first time. He decided that his goal was to be able to run it for his 50th birthday after years of setbacks and decades as a runner. Apparently, he fell flat on his face twenty feet from the finish line after 26.2 miles of running, having simply given all he had. It wasnt an injury or a misstep, just complete depletion of everything his body had to give. He stumbled across the finish line with exactly 52 seconds to spare. Through gusts of wind up to 30 miles an hour, he managed to complete the race at 3:35:07 (8:12 pace) and can say with the utmost confidence that he left it all out on the track.
I couldnt be more proud of you, Dad.
I couldnt be more proud of you, Dad.