Glorious day, living He loved me, dying He saved me, buried He carried my sins far away.
No snow yet, beautiful race. Shakeout around the park, then Bill showed up and I knew I was running 2nd. He asked me if there were any ringers and I said, "No, you're gonna win." He took off and I was running 2nd until guy pushing wheelchair came up to me at 1/2 mile. I tucked in behind him, impressed with his pace. We ran 6:30 for the first mile (surprised). I asked him if he was going to have trouble getting through the barriers, he said he'd have to remove a wheel, I offered help but he said they had it. He lost 20 seconds at least both ways, he would have been right with me. I plugged on, avoiding the mud spill across the road, watching Bill run free ahead.
Results Good race, wheelchair ended up 4th, I felt like I pushed it on the way in and sprinting home, maybe 80% push, started to eat a donut afterwards when Bill said, "No, not at your age." That's why I'm slower ;-) I'm at 180 right now.
Bill had run out of gas 2 miles out, we ran the course together afterwards, Bill trying to get 3. After I took P & Grandpa and Jo to lunch we drove back and I saw Bill running beyond his truck to get gas.
He told me his story, 12 year old running 14 miles the day before running Des News marathon. He's always been a distance hog.