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    I’m a marathoner and a cybersecurity leader — Here’s what 26.2 miles have taught me about work

    It’s mile 22, the purpose in a marathon the place my legs really feel like concrete, my mind is foggy, and each a part of my physique is telling me to cease.

    Around me, the gang noise blurs into white static as I hit the dreaded wall — the purpose within the race when your physique begins to surrender and your thoughts should resolve if you’ll undergo its calls for.

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