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      <title>As Long As I Can Plan It</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;I’m in the peak of marathon training at the moment, and it’s hard. This past weekend I hurt my foot — nothing major, I hope. And that’s been frustrating. Not just because of the interruption, but because of how quickly my mind goes to: &lt;em&gt;“You messed this up.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As if one small thing undoes weeks of consistency.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It made me realise how easily I slip into thinking: &lt;em&gt;“I’m bad at this.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;After running my fourth marathon just more than a week ago, I expected to have so much to say.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Instead, there’s a strange quiet.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Where is the neat little story about perseverance, grit, and the magic of race day?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I don’t have it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Instead, I find myself wondering whether signing up for two marathons so close together was actually a good idea. It probably wasn’t. At the time, it felt exciting. Ambitious. Like something my future self would thank me for.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>What “Keep Trying” Looks Like</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;My foot caught on a lip of uneven concrete, and before I could even comprehend what was happening, I was down.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There is a specific, jarring shock to falling at forty-four. It’s not quite like falling as a kid, which was already bad for me; it’s a heavy, bone-rattling impact that leaves you winded on the side of a busy road, traffic blurring past while you check for blood and broken pride. I sat there for quite some time, brushing grit off my palms, wondering why I do this at all.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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