Well, this was certainly not the most enjoyable marathon ever, but the course definitely was beautiful. Most of the day I was running right next to the Platte River, which was great, and being back down at a more normal altitude felt good. Kirsten ran with me from about mile 6 to just past 10, and then Andres switched off with her and jumped in to run with me. Andres and I kept cruising but soon realized that Kirsten and Diane were nowhere to be seen. Long story short, we went one way, they went the other, our signals got crossed, Andres ended up going on his longest run ever, and we didn't see them again until about mile 23. At that point I had just taken in 2 oranges Andres got from a hotel we went by, and some powerade donated by a fisherman on the river. Needless to say, with so few calories, I wasn't feeling good, but I finally got some gu, banana, and water in, and cranked out the last few miles. My cold is still hanging around, but seems to be getting better. I guess a marathon a day keep the doctor away. We're off to Bozeman, MT now for a much better run tomorrow; thank you all!