By coincidence, Rock drove by War Memorial Stadium in Little Rock. There was a road race in progress. He wondered which one it was until he saw a dozen or more Hashers together in the parking lot. His friend Zach stood before a grill, flipping burgers. It was the Great Cross Country Race. Rock had set it for the last twenty years. He hurriedly set this one the afternoon before but woke up with no memory of it. He walked to the finish line to see the overweight winner complete the 5K course in thirteen minutes and ten seconds. "Rock, you don't want to set these anymore, right?" Zach said.
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