Funny story. As warn out as I was, a student volunteer from UM caught sight of me and asked me to sit while he would get some water. The pain shot down my legs and they didn't cooperate much. I ended up having slipped in the process of sitting. (The wheel chair I passed a couple steps earlier didn't seem like a bad idea. Eh.) After being helped to my feet and being personally held up right, I was given my medal and the huge sign of "Food/Water" became a beautiful safe haven. (Stocked up on a granola bar, 3 oranges, a banana, and three bites of a bagel). After finding my parents, my legs still in shock, I finally plopped myself onto the grass and cried. I cried not only because of pain but because I finished. I'm not sure why this time around the half was much more difficult for me. You would think as a second timer, it would be easier, but hey I finished.