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	Here it is, the obligatory pre-dawn what-are-we-do'n-anyway photo. This is a good time to tell you that I did not take the camera with me on the course. So I'll have to make do with a few photos before and a few after. Aaron drove over from West Lafayette to be our one person support crew. Thanks Aaron.
	As the start approached, the temperatures moved gradually from the mid to upper 60s. My guess is 70 degrees by the start. The Air Force Band got things started.
	Over 1200 runners gathered at the starting line. Not bad for a second year event.
	And this is pretty much the way I looked until the half. That's when I took a pack of glucose gel that just hit me the wrong way. For the next 6 miles I didn't know whether I did or didn't want to just vomit and be done with it. By 19 I almost threw in the towel. With the temperatures climbing into the 80s I was taking water every mile trying to dilute the nauseating lump in my stomach. Even the thought of a sports drink at that point only added to my discomfort so there went the electrolytes. By 22 I wasn't as nauseated as I had been, but was actually in bigger trouble than before.
	Mean while, Kathy had her own pace to keep. Young, light and powerful, she runs a good mental race. I watched her pull slowly away at about 7 miles. Here she is, just sitting in the crowded pack of runners, waiting for the start, reminding me that we could have slept another 30 minutes.