Paris Marathon, Paul Auster and the Meaning of Pain

In six days, I was supposed to be standing on Champs-Élysées, waiting for the gun shot to go off at the start of one of the most spectacular races in the world. Unfortunately, on the result list - at my name - it will say DNS (Did Not Start). I am a runner, but right …

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