a particularly enjoyable scene occured at the usatfne champs at franklin park yesterday. Heading into the fifth mile of the 10000, downin dropped a wicked surge dropping the field. As he head into the field and around the backstop, a flash of kenyan road racing glory sprinted for dear life closing a fifty meter gap in as many meters. The crowd cheered and cheered as the pavement-gliding-antelope-striding man blasted up and drew even with Downin. Suddenly, the man from wisconsin turned to the left and said, "thats the finish, but its a 10k, not a five mile." Despondent, the man shuts down, turns to the right and sits on the fence to watch the rest of the race. But wait??? Had the limited new england crowd had enough of his dropping out shinnanigans?! Bagels and cups starting flying in his direction and even small children and the elderly called him out by name, "Finish the race damnit!" So, after his 15 second rest he continued to jog. Eventually he got going again and finished in 30:59, with a solid break between 5 miles and 10k. After the race he looked happy, and people congratulated him...not for his time or place, but for finishing. Whats the lesson to be learned? It doesn't take a genius to run the roads, rather, sometimes it takes a swearing granny in depends to get a man to the finish. and thats a fack.