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This is the medal for the Benidorm Half Marathon that was held on November 25, 2012 in Benidorm, Spain.

Great solid medal!

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[Medal photo submitted by Mark Ramsey.  Follow him on Twitter @AMarkRamsey]

Here is the finisher’s medal from the Rock ‘n’ Roll Madrid Marathon that took place in Madrid, Spain on April 22, 2012.

Rock ‘n’ Roll is usually hit or miss on their medals. They have had some really good ones and some duds as well (see Country Music 2012).

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[Submitted by Bryan Llorente. Follow Bryan on Twitter @bryllo84]

Kilian Jornet is the overall winner of the 2011 Western States 100 Mile Endurance Run.

He ran the 100 mile course, the Boston Marathon of 100-mile ultra marathons, in a time of 15:34.

Jornet is from Puigcerda, Spain.  He is the youngest male to ever win the race according to a tweet from ultra marathon god Scott Jurek.

2011 Western States Top 4 Results

1. Kilian Jornet – 15:34
2. Mike Wolfe – 15:38
3. Nick Clark – 15:50
4. Jez Bragg – 15:55
5. Tsuyoshi Kaburaki – 16:04

Ellie Greenwood was the female winner of the race with a time of 17 hours and 55 minutes.

2011 Western States Top 5 Women Results

1. Ellie Greenwood – 17:55
2. Kami Semick – 18:17
3. Nikki Kimball – 18:17
4. Tracy Garneau – 18:22
5. Rory Bosio – 18:37

Reports are surfacing that 2nd place female finisher Kami Semick was delayed 7 minutes by a mad mama bear. She waited for runners behind her to catch her. They then passed the pissed bear as a group.

Western States 100 Website

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We went barreling into the roundabout too fast for the wet cobblestones. The car lurched into a sickening skid. Rafael jerked the wheel, and we swooped through the circle clean as a pin. The lucky fact that no other cars were about at that early hour helped.

My friend Albino was riding shotgun; his older brother, Rafael, was driving, and I was in the back. The brothers and I burst out laughing. We didn’t care. The danger seemed small compared to what we were rushing toward, the place where our minds already were.

Which was the XXI Maratón Ciudad de Sevilla. On this February day that had yet an hour to wait before dawning, we rushed along wet streets heading for a rendezvous with the brothers’ running club. From there, according to plan, we would all drive to the marathon at Olympic Stadium.

The Peugeot’s thermometer showed 4 degrees C and the wipers beat back the rain. A little colder and there wouldn’t be rain—which would be an improvement. As it was, we’d be both cold and wet. Staying warm enough would be a problem.

“This is as bad as it gets, unless there’s wind too,” I said.

Then the wind came…

To read the full story by Dallas Smith click HERE