To all who are mildly impressed by my running a sub 3 hour marathon I have to confess to having been a NCAA Div. II track and cross country on scholarship type while in college. I actually should have been a bit faster but stopped at about 23 miles, having hit the proverbial wall. I was wearing a yellow ball cap that day and a guy about 200 yards up the road jumps out and yells "Hey Yellow Hat! Run your scrawny ass up to me and I'll pour you a pint!" I immediately took off, made it there, downed the pint, got a kiss on the cheek from whom I guess was his sister and continued on to the finish line. The worse part was then I knew I had another twenty minutes before I could finish. I also vividly recall getting sprinted past by a saddle bagged woman in the last 400 meters and just having to laugh at myself for not being able to do a damn thing about it. Lactic Acid, the great equalizer....
