I was still trying to tell myself that sixth is ok and seventh is nowhere, but my body was screaming at me to slow down. All the little voices in my head were saying stop, sit down, lie down, you’ll feel better. I was in trouble. I was in big trouble and I still had a mile and three quarters to run. I had to think of something drastic, and something drastic came to mind. I made a deal. I made a pact with myself. If I could keep this going to the finish line I would never have to run another marathon. To get through this, I needed all the thoughts in my head to work together. A promise was made
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