Sarah looked down at the numbers , now barely visible under a layer of silt. She was exhausted, sore, and would likely be finding mud in her ears for a week, but as she checked the official results, she knew she had conquered the course.
The safety pins were the hardest part. Sarah’s fingers were numb from the damp morning air, but she finally managed to secure the bib to her chest: . SARAH TAYLOR [313]
Sarah grinned, adjusting her ponytail. "As ready as I'll ever be to lose a shoe." Sarah looked down at the numbers , now