My legs felt like a shark was chomp'en on them. I knew it wasn't going to my day from the start of my 30th marathon. I struggled throughout the 112th Boston marathon. I guess it may be the age factor starting to set in. The cause is what kept me going.
Bits of remembrance......A guy crawling over the finish line as I finished. Empty at the start, but hanging on at the half way point.
No comments:
Post a Comment