4:40 p.m. Mile 24. I keep drinking fluids, as I have throughout the race, except this time when I’m grabbing some water I suddenly cry out, “Where are my legs?!” A race official tells me to drink more fluids. Then a friend from my camp counselor days recognizes me and tells me to “Keep going, Ned!”
I’m happy. It’s the first time someone’s called out my name since this thing started.
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4:51pm: Mile 25. The end is so near, I can almost taste it. I speed up heading into the 25.2-mile sign, then I turn it up a few gears.
This is the last mile I will have to run for as long as I want. Might as well go all-out.
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