Not a great day for my wife, and she did not even race! My son and I both raced, and my wife and son's wife were waiting for us at T2. Here's what happened. I get there in good shape, blow them a kiss, and take off running. My son arrives 45 minutes later, and looks awful (I'm told after I finish). He says he was kicked in the head at the end of the swim and had a headache and had thrown up several times. His wife, a nurse, insists that he seek medical attention. The doctor tells him he has a mild concussion and is dehydrated. She gives him something for the nausea and an IV. He feels better, asks if he can run, and they say yes! Meanwhile, my wife rushes to the finish line to cheer me in. I have been fighting off hamstring cramps for miles, but I am in the finishing chute, 30 feet from the finish line, when a massive cramp hits--I feel like I've been shot from behind and go down in a heap. Everytime I try to get up, it hits me like a brick and I go down again. The paramedic is with me, making sure I'm ok, and encouraging me on. I don't know what to do, so I crawl towards the finish line. Finally, I am able to drag myself up and limp across the line. The last 30 feet took me 7 minutes, and all the while my wife is watching this drama, she is worrying about our son running 13 miles in the heat with a concussion. He finishes the run stronger than I would have thought possible. We are both recovering (he still has a mild headache and my hamstrings are still sore), but I think it may still be a long recovery period for my wife. I can't wait for next year!