When I became a parent last year, it seemed likely my marathon running days were behind me. Running had made me a grittier person. It had given me the very specific self-assurance that comes from calmly enduring 26 miles on foot, a quality that would prove useful in the frightful early months of caring for an infant. You see, marathons can add much to any parent’s toolbox: experience with pureed foods in hard-to-open packets, spit and spit-up among other [...]
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