Chasing the euphoria of the finish line is a never ending process. A mile away from the finish…feeling broken down, beaten up, tired, and hungry. Ready to say ‘uncle’ and walk off. But –barring injury — the finish line looms large. Once the time chip leaves the wrist, with a t-shirt clutched in muddy fingers, and a celebratory medal over a sunburnt neck, magic happens. As time passes, memories of the suffering don’t linger, they soften. Kinda like childbirth. Signing Up Signing up for the race is like looking at those two lines on the pregnancy test. It is hard to decide whether to feel thrilled or terrified, so why…