Well, let me tell you.  The race was do-able.  Ashley was there to see the whole thing, cheering all of us on at every aid station, which I thought was really great.  When you're totally focused on "making it", it is nice to see a familiar face telling you you "can".  Umm, by the time I had 8 miles left of downhill and flat, I was this close to letting tears roll down my face.  Then, at about 5 miles to go, a woman passed me!  She had the &%#@ing nerve to pass me like it was a morning jog.  For the life of me, however, I couldn't keep up with her...but I did speed up, I think.

Made it to the finish line and Ashley was there again.  I threw myself onto her and asked if it was really over.  For the next 30 minutes, I felt like I was being tortured from the inside of my legs out. Sitting, Standing, walking, laying down, nothing made the pain go away.  Miguel finished 30 minutes in front of me, so he beat his goal of 5 hours by 2 minutes.  After he finished he thought he had time to go to the car to change before I came in, but he missed me finishing...I was thinking I'd be about 6 hours, but I finished in 5:28.  Matty and Tyson finished too, at 6hours, 30 min.  They were in much better shape/mood afterwards than Miguel and I

Eventually, after we couldn't eat anything.....oh, I almost forgot to mention that the Monday prior to the race, Miguel had to go to a conference in Portland and managed to get the 24 hour flu, so he was puking all day and nauseous for 3 days, and when he was starting to feel a bit better, he went out for a little jog.  He pulled his hamstring in the 15 minutes of running.  But he ran the race anyway.  He was 37th overall, I was 68th overall and 8th for women.....anyway, after the pain started wearing off, we limped back to our car and went home.  Miguel was still nauseous, but I got a chocolate milkshake at Boomers.  So, we did it!  50k....and we haven't been running since :)  Miguel's knees are still hurt from the run, actually, so hopefully next week he'll be able to run again.