Stop dragging those feet, Jesus!

My Aunt Alanna and I headed up to the race finish around 3PM on Saturday - or after 9 hours of running in Jorge-time. We got there just in time - he came jogging into the small aid station set up on the mountain trail just a few minutes after I got there. He didn't look too bad, all things considered.

Here is what Jorge had to say about the race when I asked how he kept himself going hour after hour.

"Well, it was hard. I prayed and prayed for the strength to carry on. I said 'Lord, will you help me get through this race?' And then I had a vision. It was Jesus. I said to him, 'Jesus, I prayed and prayed for you to help me. Where were you?' And Jesus told me 'My son, I was with you, giving you encouragement, supporting you and giving you strength for the first 12 miles. But you just picked too long of a race. That's on you, dude. I got tired and needed a piggyback ride after that. '"

So Jorge claims he carried Jesus, who he says is a tall guy, for 18 miles. That's his story and he's sticking to it.