I'm sorry for my troubles

“Hey! How was your race?” my friend asked, and it took me a moment to remember that he was talking about the marathon I’d toyed with running in September. “Oh!” I said, “I decided not to run it.” He was surprised to hear that. “Oh, how come?” I knew that this friend was actually asking out of genuine interest and concern, and with the working assumption that I am a driven person who always runs, no matter what, and that therefore there would have had to be a very good reason for me to decide not to run this marathon. So without really thinking it through, I gave the true answer. “Well, I decided I wanted to get pregnant instead.” At this, he lit up with a big smile, which I immediately torpedoed by continuing with “And then I had two miscarriages, so…I guess it’s been kind of a tough time.”

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