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As much as I hated doing so, I ran the stop sign.  I only had nine blocks to go and I was racing a thunderstorm.  I hoped nobody was watching.

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The stoplight ahead turns red and I’m saved for a moment.  We stand there, each one exaggerating our nonchalance, trying not to breathe too heavy or lean on the bike as a sign of weakness.

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doing hard things

Another of our colleagues mentioned a footrace renown for it’s heat, crowds and a huge, difficult hill.  “It’s really hard.  You don’t want to do that one”, he told her.  I didn’t say it at the time, but I thought, “how sad”.  Why would we discourage someone from doing something just because it is difficult?