It was in the Kittatinny Mountains in New Jersey that I struggled with the daily despair of How can I keep doing this for another two weeks? It was a strange form of depression. I would be happy throughout the day, with some ups and downs. Running and hiking tens of miles a day isn’t always a joyful experience. I would finish the day flying high on the satisfaction of completing another fifty-plus-mile day. That moment of glory would last a few minutes, and then I’d feel a sinking sensation as I remembered that in less than six hours, I would be waking up to do the same thing again. I was
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