I see more marathon volunteers up ahead. We're out of water though. I hold up the full water bottle in my hand. Halfway mark I consider what would happen if I stop for a minute. Possibly, I would not start again.
Small pebbles seem like boulders.
The marquee to my left says. A few hand-made signs on a telephone pole tell John and Nancy they've gone halfway. I imagine there must have been a timing mat here not long ago. Luckily, bright orange cones in the road mark the course. I follow the cones.