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  • Central Park is surely not this long and certainly not this hilly. I have been to Mount Everest – on the Tibetan side – but it’s got nothing on these bucolic little hills. I walk the hills and run the flats. Walk the hills, run the flats. That could be a motto for life. Just not a very good one. So I am walking at Mile 25 when I hear someone yell ‘Coops’. It’s Nick Parish. It’s an encouraging ‘Coops’ for sure but really it’s a wake up call. I’m fucked if I am going to let him see me walk out of his sight so I pick it up again. Mile 25 was snapped up pretty early by Ingrid who is working much harder than I ever did in the gym to fix her leg. You’ll be running one day, I can feel it in me water.

    Mile 26
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