Ezra Klein: My wife has been training for a marathon. She leaves the house early in the morning and runs for hours and hours. She comes home tired and sore. And then she does it again. And again. And again.
There's no reason for her to do it. There's no competition or payoff or award. It's just a quiet, solitary triumph over the idea that she couldn't do it, and it all happens before I even wake up.
In recent months, runner's magazines have begun appearing on our coffee table. One includes an article from Tish Hamilton. "The Boston Marathon," she writes. "Even the nonfaithful know that it is the holy-grail accomplishment, the one that marks a runner as 'serious.'"
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