Nov 11, 2007 15:12
8 new hand blisters, 13 mile markers, 9 sore asses, 1 dead cox box battery, 26.2 miles, 9 gold medals, 1 Championship trophy and 2:57:32 later, it was all worth it.
On a sad note, Tesfay passed out at the 1 mile marker before he and Greg had a chance to set a new course record in the pair, Tim Poole helped his 8 cross the finish line in a state of extreme dehydration(?). He was shivering uncontrollably and could hardly stand, but had a big smile on his face.
We got free gumbo after the race, and I must say I thought it was delicious. I also swiped a million packets of sports beans, which are quite delicious snacks.
Summary:
First 13 miles: Man, this isn't bad at all.
Next 9 miles: Man, when do we get close to the finish line?
Next 5 miles: Man this doesn't hurt that much, but where's the goddamn finish line?
Next 3 miles: God mass ass hurts. Please just let this end.
Last mile: Good god yes! 1 mile left! Let's take it up and end this quickly!
After crossing the finish line/on the dock: Oh, that's where all the pain went... It was just waiting for me to finish before it came out...
I ROWED A MARATHON!!!
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