The Fall of 1968, in Fairbanks, Alaska, the day of the Equinox was a 26 mile Marathon. A friend I met at the University asked me to do the Marathon with her.The first 10 miles were up hill! It was one of those glorious day in Fairbanks, the sky was a cerulean blue, the trees were yellow gold and the woods were beautiful as I lay on the ground for a major well needed rest. I looked up through the trees to the sky and I was filled with the world.
By the time I reach the 19th mile, walking the path I saw a stick, I was hurting so bad by this time I couldn't tell whether to step over it or walk around! I was no longer interested in the marathon, just the next check point so I could get back to my bed.
I fell asleep for an hour until the bells woke me. It took me 15 minutes to turn over on the bed I was in so much pain. I wanted get up and go down to the Commons for dinner. I never again participated in a marathon!
