“I got a star!” I shouted as soon as my husband picked up the phone.
“What?” Greg said, incredulous. “A star? What do you mean? What star? Where did it come from?”
“Yes, I got a star—a sticker in the shape of a red, smiley star. But I need thirty-three more …”
On a late October evening in 2011, I was walking home after an hour-long spinning class at a Harvard gym. Before class, I had signed up for Harvard’s Group Exercise Triathlon. I received a logbook in which to record the gym classes I would take over the next seven weeks in any of the gyms on campus. To be one of the competition winners and ...
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