Some events need some distance between them and their telling. EpicMan was one such event. It ranks as one of my greatest athletic performances...I'm surely nothing but proud of my DNF.
The reason? Ambulance rides are easy. They are a burden on all your health care costs, too. I'll own my limits and avoid the drama for us all. In 2012 I want to do less harm in the world. Maybe I wised up enough to be part of a solution, not a problem.
That said: I'll just get more and more fit. Simple.
Hats off to a race that breaks me in half and gets nothing but praise.
I'm going to leave things at that for now and will revisit as my mental faculties return.
For now just be sure to keep an eye out for Kelly, the woman who left every man in the dust and won the event. Chick'd power right there. Mad props and love to her. I'll spend my career trying not to get Chick'd if she's in the race. Love it!
Travel the world to get back to your front porch. Sometimes a DNF makes a journey out of what would just be a race.
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