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Message: [QUOTE="Chin Diesel, post: 3817959, member: 34"] About 15-20 years ago I was in the US Navy stationed in Virginia Beach, Va. They had a cool 1/2 marathon called the Rock and Roll half marathon. Every mile marker had a stage and a band playing live music to help pass the time. Anywho, I'm somewhere overseas when Mrs. Diesel emailed me about the event. She suggested we do it together. I was in decent shape and doing the math I figured I coudl easily knock out 9 minute miles and told her to put me down for 120 minutes (2 hours). So, I'm on an aircraft carrier where they usually allow running on the flight deck in the morning before everything gets moving for the day and my training is going well. Periodically Mrs. Diesel tells me how well she is doing with her training back in the states. I get home and we are a week or two before the event when Mrs. Diesel tweaks her knee and declares herself out of the race. No worries. I was able to convince a couple of other guys I work with to do the race, so I knew I'd have some company. Night before race is registration. It's a decent size race with I think about 10k-15k runners at that point in its history. I go to get my packet and notice unlike 95% of the runner who had a white racing bib, I had a red bib. I asked the person why I had the red bib. The person explained since I was an elite runner, I'd be in the lead group running the race. I asked how in the hell was I elite and the person mentioned I had a time of 1 hour and 20 minutes. Turns out Mrs. Diesel took my 120 minute time and wrote it as 1 hour 20 minutes. I asked for a regular bib and was told forget about it, just go back in to which ever group behind me I wanted to run. They were releasing groups every minute by time slot. So it's race day, Mrs. Diesel drops me off near the start line and tells me she is going to the finish line with our two kids both age 3 and younger. Me and my red bib are walking around and everyone wants to know why I have a different color bib. Got a bit tiring explaining the screw up. So, the main group goes off and it's a while before me and the group I was in start running. So, early 2000's and still a lot of crappy flip phones out there, so i bought a disposable camera and some of those squeeze goo things and threw it all in a fanny pack. I wanted to get pics of the race and the bands while I was running. We are about mile marker 4 or 5 when my phone rings from Mrs. Diesel. Being the concerned loving husband and father I slow down to pick up the phone. Mrs. DIesel: Where are you? There's a bunch of people already crossing the finish line and I haven't seen you yet. Me: Still running. Got a little more than an hour to go. Mrs. Diesel: Why aren't you finished? Me: Well, by the time I got in the group with the pace I was going to run, we were about 25 minutes behind the lead group. Mrs. Diesel: I'm bored. The kids are tired. We're leaving. Can you get a ride home? We haven't signed up for another race together since then. [/QUOTE]

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