Nobody likes to hear stories about marathons, not even other runners--it's a tedious subject. But indulge me today, then we'll get right into a brand new story.
My time was 4:21. I was fairly sure I wasn't going to match last year's (awesome) time--but I didn't think I'd slip by over half an hour! My training was a little slack this year, I didn't take it as seriously as I have in the past. You get what you train for, I guess.
Here's my loot--with a cameo from LEGO William Clark to make it more exciting:
What's up with this year's medal? What is that thing? An exclamation mark? A grenade? An atomic bomb? A shoe--is it a shoe?
This year's highlight; the starting line.
Imagine 6,200 people huddled together in the desert at 5:00 in the morning. No cars, no bikes, no children--no buildings for miles. Each person has a single white plastic bag for their stuff and nothing else. It's freezing cold, so there are giant bonfires. This year, there was a full moon.
Yeah, it was all downhill after that.