A light rain fell an hour before the athletes took the cinders track. Tense and unsure, thoughts of glory mixed with worries of vomit. The gun sounded in the darkness, and the first beer wasn't smooth, but we were off. A lap of relieving beltching asured the rest of the race would go well, And it did. Doug was the clear leader in the consumption part of the race, but Barry's foot speed ended up saving his time. And a good time was had by all.