X on the second of 4 legs of the run. The course was a half marathon distance that they had to do twice.
After he turned around and came back by on leg 3, he asked "Why didn't you tell me this was going to be so hard?" and I told him I'd see him at the finish, so he yelled back "Bring Beer!".
I headed back down to transition/start/finish to wait. It was super crowded so I went all the way down to where the athletes finally leave the course. They were wrapping everyone in metallic sheets because it was so cold so they all looked like suffering aliens.
So they've gone through this arduous 140 mile sufferfest, and after they cross the finish line, guess what they make them do? Stand in line to get their picture taken. By this point, many of them can't even stay standing without assisstance.
A guy who had finished was standing next to me along the fence in his metal sheet passed out and hit the ground hard. They woke him up and put him in a wheelchair and pushed him away somewhere. Scary!
I didn't hear X's name called, and I never saw him come down the chute, so by the time the timing site was updated, he'd been done for 20 minutes. Fortunately I found him, inside the host hotel lobby with his gear and bike, wrapped in his metal sheet looking miserable. I had brought him leggings and a hoodie and his beer.
Yay! I'm so glad that's over.