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Me and my gang in Breck
That which does not kill us makes us stronger. Neitzsche "Only those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far they can go." "Dedication and commitment are what transfer dreams into reality."
Where are all my race reports? Out of the dozens of you who ran this thing (over 50 maybe?) not one race report yet? Get to work, slackers. I want pictures and details. Sheesh.
Runners run
DWARP Marathon Madness Mob
Loads of updates...fun to read. My problem was that someone told me to stop at the aid station around 33 k and I thought they said weight station, so I picked up a bunch of dumbbells, barbells, hand weights, etc and carried them the rest of the way to the finish. Now I know not to do that. Race report cross posted from another site is: http://www.kickrunners.com/forum/showthread.php?t=27137 Just to clarify, I'm not a Lance hater, I think he's an icon. I just don't want to be beaten! I passed him at M3 and he returned the favor at M21, looking very good. In hindsight I probably should have just run with him and enjoyed it a bit more, but what can you do? Thanks for the interest!
Damn Yankee
Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending. Carl Bard
2008 Goals: 10k < 44, HM < 1:40, learn to use my Garmin
It really had a huge small town cheer about it --- rather indescribable. I am particularly thankful to a young spectator around mile 25 that helped calm me down with some water and encouraging words as I sobbed on the side of the street because my right quad had cramped, making me think that I'd have to quit with just 1.5 miles to go. Somehow, her kind and supportive words and gestures calmed me enough to stretch it out and then get moving again.
E.J.Greater Lowell Road RunnersCry havoc and let slip the dawgs of war!May the road rise to meet you, may the wind be always at your back, may the sun shine warm upon your SPF30, may the rains fall soft upon your sweat-wicking hat, and until you hit the finish line may The Flying Spaghetti Monster hold you in the hollow of His Noodly Appendage.