We arrived about an hour early, picked up our packets, and worked on our regular pre-race warm up. At 7 A.M. sharp, we were off. The first mile went great. I started off going pretty fast. I was happily towards the front of the pack. I skipped the first water station, but by the next one I was very thirsty. I grabbed a cup and ran on. I started to splash it on me, but wait! It was...blue! I soon figured out that these water stations also served Gatorade. I had apparently grabbed the wrong cup. I gulped it down anyway, and continued running.
Pretty soon, by about mile four, I started getting tired. That would be okay, except I still had nine miles left to go! Runner after runner started passing me. Old people passed me. Then my mother passed me! I grew thirstier... and thirstier and.... slower... and slower. Where oh where could the next water station be? It was in the 70's temperature wise, and very humid. I was so thirsty. Finally the water came. I stopped running. I grabbed a cup, made sure it was real water, drank it, grabbed another, drank it, grabbed another, drank it, and another, and drank it. Then I was ready to go.
I was feeling a lot better now, and at last I was able to start passing back the folks who had passed me. That was very enjoyable! I passed my mother, and several others. It felt incredibly hot out! A lot of runners had to stop and walk. Some runners were moaning in pain. The sun beat down on us with its penetrating rays. Vultures were flying above. We joked that they were just waiting to see who would be the first of us to collapse.