Better, Faster, Stronger...Slower?

On the many shapes of success.

From every angle, running this year’s NYC Marathon was a phenomenally stupid idea. By the most generous estimate, I’d completed maybe twenty percent of my training plan.

“You were injured!” Teddy chimed in, when I started to get down on myself. “You were grieving! It wasn’t your fault! There’s always next year!”

Any sensible person would agree. But every …