It wasn't a "race" for me, but a day of celebration for all my training, and I wanted that celebration to last as long as it could (ok, but I was constantly calculating to make sure I'd make the cut-offs because even at my fastest I was still chasing cut-offs).
WOW! I love that point of view and attitude! Very cool.
"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather, to skid in broadside thoroughly used-up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming: WOW WHAT A RIDE!!!!"