


Finally, I walk my way over to the last corner of the marathon. I sit and wait while hordes of people finish the race. Big people, small people, short people, tall people. Seeing these people at the end of the 26 mile run is pretty inspiring. Its gotta be tough, and you probably have like the craziest battle inside mentally to quit. I know that this race passes right by Al's Italian beef. Even if either me, Steve, or Justin had the balls to run this thing, it'd be over right then and there at Al's with a large combo beef, hot peppers, and fries. 
