Sarah McKenzie

Editor's note


As I waited outside of the Metrodome shortly before 8 a.m. on Oct. 1 surrounded by more than 10,000 runners bound for St. Paul, a few anxious thoughts filled my head.

Would my right knee start aching by mile two like it did last year during my first marathon? Would the slice of toast I ate for breakfast sustain me for 26.2 miles?


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