Wednesday, March 23, 2016


 I was the last to finish the marathon.  I finished, just last in last place. No flats, no equipment issues, just a brutal course for a wheelchair.  The honest to goodness sand/dust storm was able to get sand by my sunglasses into my eyes, hard to keep eyes open, even harder to roll with eyes closed.

More than once I wondered to what I have committed myself.  I don't quit.  Today was the kind of day that makes we wonder if I'll die trying.

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