Marine Corps Marathon, '96. Never had run one before, longest training run was a single 18 (and not fast enough). Thought I could mentally tough my way through at the end. Started off with a friend who was a little faster than me, figured I'd just out-kick him in the last 100 (I was a HS sprinter). At 17, he looks over and asks, "How ya doin'?" I said fine. Within the next 2 miles, the wheels came off--cramps in every muscle in both legs, couldn't bend my knees. I staggered the last 6 miles in 90 minutes. Ran 4:30 even, the exact same pace as Oprah the year before. In those last 6 I was offered help off the course a couple of times by the medic guys. My friend finished in 4:02 and was mad he didn't break 4 flat; I got passed in the end by old people, women, cripples, and a platoon of marines running in formation and carrying a guidon singing jodies. Worst running moment of my life, but at least I didn't DNF.