Unexpected snow and ice fell late, and the subsequent road conditions wiped out any chance of a quick finish to the Little Rock Marathon. Rock watched the race go through the entire day into the night, and it was still going near daybreak the next morning.
He was assigned to cover it for the paper and was troubled by his failure to keep the course of the weather straight. He couldn't remember when the ice started or what the temperature was at any point and was also unsure why the race began on Tuesday morning.
"Do you have any idea why this started when it did?" he asked his boss Jeff Krupsaw. "Why is it running through Levy?"
Rock was at an intersection where runners were making a ninety degree turn off of a slight down hill stretch. He watched them go one by one past a police car parked at the bottom of the hill. Two overweight cops, wearing dark blue jackets and white motorcycle helmets looked miserable and watched contemptuously as runners slid past them.
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