The unexpected benefits of ending up at the back of the pack
IN LATE DECEMBER, I WENT FOR A HIKE WITH MY TWO daughters. And by hike I mean we walked, climbed and slid for five hours through a thick, wet mountainous patch of Costa Rican jungle to get to what promised to be a spectacular waterfall. It felt like we were either clawing our way up at a 90-degree hillside or slipping uncontrollably down through red-clay mud toward hidden ravines rife with poison dart frogs and tiny, vicious biting ants. In
