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My son ran his first marathon this past weekend. The picture of him with his arms spread out like an eagle as he crossed the finish line says it all.Today he came by for lunch. He walked in, one hip at an angle, a crooked smile on his face. "Do you hurt?" I asked. I know. It's a dumb question. "I feel great," he said. It's been a roller coaster two weeks. On the 18th I got a call from my niece...