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As I crossed the finish line, emotion welled up inside me. In fact, I cried. I don't know why that happens to me after long races sometimes. It just does. I was completely spent. Nothing left in the tank. I also felt tremendous gratitude. Gratitude for being done. Gratitude for having spent a few hours on a Sunday morning in Quito with a sea of humanity - men, women, people who speak different languages, blind people, people in wheelchairs, tall and short people - all unified by one purpose: to complete the race. Everyone had trained for months. Everyone gave their all. For three hours we were brothers and sisters shouting encouragement to each other. "Vamos!" I was also overwhelmed with gratitude for the year we have had. The Mitad del Mundo Half Marathon represents a sabbatical bookend, on the other side of The New York City Half Marathon, which I ran in March on the front end of our sabbatical. All the thinking, planning, risk taking, and ultimately stepping out in faith, has been