In August 2013, one year after the 7 mile race that convinced me I was sick ( see http://wp.me/p3lGN4-2), I completed it again. With a kevlar brace on my right foot, and niece Emma accompanying me, I used my amyotrophic jog, 2 minutes jogging, 4 minutes walking. At the bail out point 4 miles in, I felt OK so we continued. By the end in Falmouth Heights, I had an entourage of over a dozen family and friends alongside. I was the last guy to cross the finish line. My best race ever, although the wheelchair in 2014 with Max pushing was easier for me. I wanted to prove that no matter what happens, we can still try our best and achieve difficult goals.