Chasing the euphoria of the finish line is a never ending process. A mile away from the finish…feeling broken down, beaten up, tired, and hungry. Ready to say ‘uncle’ and walk off. But –barring injury — the finish line looms large. Once the time chip leaves the wrist, with a t-shirt clutched in muddy fingers, and a celebratory medal over a sunburnt neck, magic happens. As time passes, memories of the suffering don’t linger, they soften. Kinda like childbirth. Signing Up Signing up for the…