A year has passed since I blogged on the 2006 New York marathon. The world truly was a different place then - I was under-employed for one thing. Our car lived in Canada and was still unmolested by errant cab drivers. I still hadn't quite readjusted to New York at that point, or it hadn't readjusted to me. And most of all, my father was still here. He wasn't well, but I didn't want to really acknowledge that. I still thought if he just TRIED harder, he'd be ok. I still believed that if you really wanted some badly enough, you would get it. And I really, really wanted him to get better. I still do...
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