Tuesday, August 15, 2006
New Beginning 73
No Finish Line
His legs were burning, but the miles were rolling by. He couldn't believe he was in the lead. If he could hold on, this would be his first Ironman win ever. If he could hold on - that was the problem. In his last two races, he had had so many nutrition problems and his stomach just wouldn't let him hold through to the end. But today, he could feel it; he was going to be an Ironman champion. His stomach felt great. His legs, though tired, were still moving and at a pretty good clip and his head was still in the game.
Only two miles to go; the roar of the crowd at the finish line was already ringing in his ears. After he made the next turn, it would be a straight shot to the finish. He checked his watch as he passed the twenty-four mile marker on the Ironman marathon course – six-and-a-half minutes for that last mile.
The only thing that could stop him from winning now were the flames engulfing his legs. His shorts were beginning to smolder and he had a decision to make. He could endure the third degree burns, but would the chairman hand the trophy to a naked man?
Continuation: Dave Conifer