In my lifetime of racing, I have only one DNF to my credit. It may have been the 'smart' thing to do at the time, but it was bitter. When I first wrote Moose Mountain Marathon on my calendar, it wasn't for a chance at a great marathon time, to qualify for Boston or to win an age division. It was my redemption. This race I was going to finish. Unless I got violently ill, or broke a leg, there was no way I was dropping out of this - there was only one way to the end.