My legs burned like fire, yet it hurt more to stop than to keep going. The sweet, succulent orange at mile 22 proved euphoric as my body begged for sugar. A smile swept across my face as I crossed the finish line at mile 26.2 thinking about what I had just accomplished, and my memory flashed back to the time a physician advised me to stop running because of my flat feet and bow legs. The marathon proved to be a double victory; not only did I raise money for the Leukemia Lymphoma Society, but I also gained the confidence needed to share my childhood secret. I wanted to become a doctor.
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