My race report goes like this. There was a start, it was cold but I had a 
successful bathroom visit prior to the run. There was a few miles in the dark 
and then Dr. Horton pulls up to me in his truck. I complained about my knee and 
then he says something like this, "boy! You're woman's back there, she's going 
to beat you." That was all I needed to hear. From that point I forgot about my 
knee and everything else. All I thought about was, "my girlfriend will not beat 
me... this time anyway." There was a lot of miles in between that and the finish 
but they don't matter. I beat Jamie Darling! Although, not by much.  

Brenton Swyers(Shadow)