'Tis the time of year to run 6.2 miles: Austin's Cap10K is this Sunday, and New Orleans' Crescent City Classic was last Saturday. I ran the CCC a few times, but on one occasion I didn't finish it.
In 1990, I didn't pace myself appropriately and ended up collapsing on the course. Somebody dragged me to the side and draped me over a table until the medics arrived. A photographer was on hand to document my "agony of defeat," though I was spared the indignity of having my name published in the paper.
