Same. I heard him coming up behind me and he was gone in a flash. Some old boy was running at us the other way and when he passed me he said “You see that sumbitch?!?!” LMAO
I’d argue this was more of a terrain run than a marathon, TBH. When I started out to prep for a marathon, I did so with the intention of running the entire time with a goal of a certain finishing time range in mind. That literally went out the window sometime around 8:30 on Saturday morning...
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who...
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