Great memory of a great guy: Randy Wolf, found me walking at Mile 23 in Covington during the 2003 Flying Pig Marathon- the only time I ever "hit the wall". Knowing I am trying to qualify for Boston, asks how much time I have left (in order to qualify). I tell him: "30 mins and I can't do it." He says "come on, we are going in" and stayed with me while I alternately told him I loved him and hated him. Sacrificed his own time to help me realize a dream. That picture says it all-I am dying and he never left my side!
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