Look I'll be honest, at mile 23 I'm not thinking very clear. The
blisters on my feet sting, my right knee is locking up, and my stomach
is aching. At the intersection of Santa Monica and N Crescent Drive my
chest felt tight and my eyes began tear. From mile 24 onwards I'm
reliving a boat ride across the Coronado Bay in the presence of an
Angel--the beauty of the ocean and the sound of her voice. Around mile
25 I began to wonder why the hell Michael Buble was singing on my ipod
Nano, then i remembered why...can man destroy that which destroys him?
I'm working on it relentlessly.