My wife has been training for a marathon. She leaves the house early in the morning and runs for hours and hours. She comes home tired and sore. And then she does it again. And again. And again.
There's no reason for her to do it. There's no competition or payoff or award. It's just a quiet, solitary triumph over the idea that she couldn't do it, and it all happens before I even wake up.
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