When I ran it, and I use the term "ran" loosely because I was a 12-minute miler -- a woman with an artificial leg passed me at about the 6 mile mark. She had to drop out though, nyah, nyah. ;-) Then the ambulance followed me up heartbreak hill, but the ambulance workers waved goodbye to me at about 8 miles when they turned in to a tavern. I was 41 years old and the only person out of several thousand with knee sleeves on both knees.