This picture is a metaphor for Life.
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Even if you’re smiling on the outside, the pain you feel within will always shine right through.
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Or it could just be a picture of a clown crossing the 26th mile of the L.A. Marathon. You tell me.
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The funny thing about cheering on your friend at the marathon, is hearing the armchair quarterbacking of the crowd around you:
“It’s not really finishing that’s hard, it’s racing. Anyone could finish a Marathon.”
>”Oooh, I wouldn’t run like that if I were that guy. I learned better doing that 10k last weekend.”
>And the like.
You do feel strangely motivated watching an event like that, though… Usually in the “From now on, I will run 3 miles a night” variety, to which I fell victim to as well. I thought, to myself that I should be able to get myself in shape for at least one marathon in my life. After all, what could be easier?
Then I remembered how much I absolutely abhor running in distances longer than a basketball court. Details, details.