Total Time: 4:30:15
Average Heart Rate: 172 (way, way higher than it ought to have been, evident of poor training)
Maximum Heart Rate: 181
5 Mile: 46:01
10 Mile: 1:32:00
Half: 2:03:09
20: 3:17:46



The journey, the mission, and the war have been utterly finished:

Never in my life, have I encountered such a perilous climate. For within these conditions, the most primal and yet most powerful of human conditions arise. Strangely, the climate behaved in the most unfathomable ways. As the humidity reduced, the temperature rose.
In an uncanny and unexpected manner, a stretch of Florida freeway, between miles 18 and 22, brought me to the brink of my tolerance. One could quite aptly characterize it as a death march. For when others around you are reduced to bending over to vomit, walking with an impaired limb, or just struggling to keep moving, to run seems the most imprudent of all actions.
Yet somewhere, between the asphalt and agony, the sun and the prospect of surrender, a greater strength was revealed within the heat and the contextual heterodox of running. Some internal instinct, which transcends logic and neurotransmission, physiology and practicality, began to take over.
In an ironic form of comedy, it is awesome to see the greatest of human qualities, under the worst of conditions. It was once said, that sometimes man is at his best, when he looks his worst.
My favorite poet was Aeschylus. The Greeks, more than any great civilization, were acutely aware of the pain and struggles of sport. Though they also knew the thrill of victory. As I lay now, and reflect upon the 2007 Disney Marathon, I can recall the words of the ancients even today:


In our sleep, pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart until,
in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.