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The time: 4 o'clock in the a.m. We needed to
get up that early to catch a cab to the start of the marathon, 7:30am. Note the
tear-away clothing we made (cut up sweats connected back to each other with
Velcro!). Also note the toe-less socks on our arms for warmth. What long arms I
have. (You know what they say about a guy with long arms...that's right, long
socks).
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And we're off...actually we've been off for
awhile. Specifically, this was around mile 5 or 6. I was lucky (and skilled) enough
to spot the photographer, standing around casually in plain clothes. As you can tell
by my smirking face, morale is still high, energy is still up, and the weather is
still cold (the socks are still on my arms). |
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Here's our hero crossing
the 10 mile mark, where there was a big stand set up for
photographers. Hm, I think I need to work out my arms more. |
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Poor me. This is the final
stretch of the race (there was no more than 100 yards left). Note
the large number of spectators in the background. More importantly,
note the grimace of pain on poor #27204's face (that's me). My
feet pain was excutiating. |
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And our champ is finished!
Despite the excruciating feet pain, I managed to squeeze out a half
smile and raise my arms in peace as I cross the finish line. The
clock time (as evidenced by the digits above me) was 4:19:51, but I
reached the start line 17 minutes after the gun was fired. For you
non-math majors, that means it took me 4:02 to run. |
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