It’s mile 25 of the New York City Marathon, and I’m ready to be done. But mile 25 of a marathon is mile 25 of a marathon. I’m able to turn my legs over, but it feels twice as hard as it did 15 minutes ago. I’m pretty sure my goal of placing in the top 50 is still on the table, but I can’t afford to fade. But being passed was exactly what I needed at mile 25.