I can't remember my name. I'm blinded by sweat running into my eyes, my legs feel like someone is playing a blow torch over my things, I panting like a steam train and I can't remember my own name. It is only 20 minutes into day two of the RAB Mountain Marathon and I have no idea what I am doing here or why. I do vaguely recall that it was my wife's idea to take up the sport and that once (a billion years ago) I said I might like to do one of these mountain marathon thingies with her.   more »