The Ones That Hurt the Most…
Last weekend, I completed my fourth half marathon, one year after I ran my first. Like last year, the place of action was The Hague. And Scheveningen. And back to The Hague. This one wasn’t the first. It wasn’t the fastest. It was not the one where I came in best prepared. Instead, it was the one that hurt the most. For several weeks already, I knew I would not be able to finish under...
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