After 2 miles of high fiving and passing people, I was spent, and more than a few old ladies whizzed past me. I'll bet I took almost as long on that last mile as the first two combined. But I made it. And the best part, of course, was the finish line panoply of sponsored refreshments. I stuffed my pockets with natural, raw food Lara bars. They fit perfectly in the mini freezer. For the next 4 days, my legs were raw nerves, drilled by each harsh concrete step.