Last year, higher than normal temptures and a nasty head-wind on the back half conspired with under-training to knock me off the course at mile 72ish. It was a humbling experience being pulled off the course and riding in a car past my more fit compatriarts.
Taking the lessons learned from last year, the 42 mile course is the goal this year, with the hope that I can push my post-40 body across the finish line and complete what went pear-shaped last year. The good folks at the Southern Tier AIDS Program even agreed to provide me the same number I wore last year: