Six years ago, I couldn't run for two minutes without questioning every decision I'd ever made.I was in my thirties, seventy-eight kilograms, and thoroughly out of shape - a software engineer who thought a "romantic, life-altering" morning jog would come easily. It didn't. I collapsed on a Bangalore pavement inside two minutes, gasping, humiliated, wondering how I'd let myself get there.42.2: The Answer to Everything is the true story of what happened next - not a straight line to glory, but eight years of showing up anyway. A midnight half marathon, run on pure stubbornness. A first marathon that ended in tears. A pandemic, and a loss, that stopped everything for months. A sub-40-minute 10K missed by exactly one second. And, eventually, a Boston Marathon finish line crossed twice - the second time with a painful shoe I had to fix on the side of the road, mid-race.This isn't a training manual, and it isn't a highlight reel. It's an honest account of the unglamorous middle: the 4 a.m. alarms, the friends who talked me into races I had no business running, the coach whose plans were hard enough to be trusted, and the slow, compounding discipline that turned a man who couldn't finish a kilometer into a 2:48 marathoner.If you're standing anywhere near the beginning of your own version of this - however you measure the distance - this book is proof that where you start has nothing to do with where you can end up.Your first kilometer starts now.