Broken, contused and/or bruised
It'll take more than a busted elbow to stop me from racing
A brief timeline of events: On Wednesday morning, my marathon hopes and dreams crash landed with a vicious thud thanks to a wayward step on a muddy patch of asphalt. (I wrote about my misfortune here.)
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