mariacha's picture

How I didn't run a marathon

] Me at mile 5. Still smiling.

By the time I finally reached the end of the marathon, the finisher's shute had become a wasteland. Instead of the frenetic jostling I was used to at the end of a race... the almost maddening flow of people down the tables of oranges and chocolate milk... emptiness greeted me. A volunteer handed me a finisher's medal and a wilted rose.

This is what it's like to take six hours to finish a marathon.

ghalidrim's picture

Where the hell have we been?

So it's been a while since we blogged anything here, I know I know, but we've been busy. Work has been madhouse for both of us, and I've been working on an open source project in my spare time (which may actually generate a few posts). We also have had a lot of vacation planning to accomplish, so forgive us our sparse updating schedule, all three of you that watch this space are probably concerned.

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