The Last Mile is Always the Hardest

When the end is near, it can sometimes be too much to handle

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A while back, I ran the New York City Marathon. I knew I’d be tired and sore, but I experienced something else I hadn’t anticipated. For the first few miles, I was hopped up on excitement and nerves; I was so busy trying to settle into the pace that I didn’t even think about the finish line. Midway…

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Susan Orlean

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Staff writer, The New Yorker. Author of The Library Book, The Orchid Thief, and more…Head of my very own Literati.com book club (join me!)

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