EPs loafing around in the outfield, figuring the rest of us would arrive "at some point."

Eventually I figured Thunder must have DNF'd and so I gathered my belongings and made my way up the stadium steps to get a bowl of soup. My legs were pretty wrecked and it was a little bit like what I imagine the last few steps to the summit of Everest must be like.

Then, as I was making my way along the concourse eating chicken noodle soup and talking to other runners, I heard them announce Thunder's name.