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The Baltimore Marathon, page 7
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The mythical lake! After looking for this lake for miles we'd finally decided it didn't exist. So of course, what should turn up at mile 21? |
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My friend Cris showed up and kept up with us for almost a mile and a half! I don't think he understood how much this boosted our spirits, in part because we finally had someone new to talk to... |
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This picture is from the very brief period when I was by myself in the marathon. I was feeling really good at this point; I'd just passed several runners, and saw Jeanie and Joanie (who passed us earlier) just up ahead. There was something strangely exciting about picking up speed at mile 23 and being just about ready to cross this bridge. |
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I don't know what was more exciting; seeing the mile 25 marker, or the stadium in the distance. The woman in front of me was not doing so good, though. She was moving forward due to intertia more than anything else, oblivious to her surroundings. |
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We rounded the corner of the stadium... and there it was. The finish line. |
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Now you may think that we're holding hands out of solidarity or victory. The horrible reality of the situation is that we're both about ready to fall over. |
© 2001-2008 Greg McElhatton.
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