The Two Sides of Steve Patt

Coming into Natick, I looked ok, but it was a front. About a half mile later, Josh Knight passed me (he had started one corral back), looking good. I handed him my camera and surged in front of him so he could take my picture. That was my last gasp. I told Josh I wasn't having a good day. That was an understatement. The wall was just up the road.