“I had just opened my special needs bag,” he laughs, “so I chucked my banana bread at him. There was no way I was going to miss that cutoff.”
The NBC camera crew that had been following him earlier had disappeared, as his chances of starting the marathon continued to dwindle.
“They took off,” he remembers. “They gave up on me and went to film another story.”
Fortunately, Blais doesn’t believe in giving up — on the kids he teaches or the dreams he’s living. By mile 80, he was back on pace and the camera crew was there to capture him finishing the bike and starting the marathon with his parents, 20 friends and the entire world there to witness a miracle in the making.
Before the race, Mike Reilly, the voice of the Ironman, had asked Blais what he was going to do at the finish line. A handstand? A cartwheel? A Greg Welch-style leap? But Blais told Reilly that he didn’t know if he was going to finish and that Reilly might have to log roll his sorry butt across the line.
So when he approached the line, that’s exactly what The Blazeman did. In the same way he has dealt with his disease, he proudly took his time, dropped to the ground and log rolled ever so slowly towards the finish of the race and ever closer to the finish of his life.
He savored every second of the journey. To the very end he will be the teacher. He is teaching us all about a disease that is insidious and totally ignored. He is teaching us how to handle adversity. But most of all he is teaching us to never, ever give up.
“You can choose to be pissed off, or pissed on,” he laughs.The Blazeman, as always, chooses the former.
Greg and I watched this story, and it was really impressive, but I don't think it really hit us until the following year. He did it. He completed 140.6 miles in 17 hours. The guy must not have been THAT bad off. Right?

We had people dressed like a charging bull. We had people dressed like they were running with the bulls. I found two people that didn't mind running my pace for 6.2 miles--one was even such a good friend she was willing to dress like me! (We got lots of cheers along the way, too!)
The Memorial Day tribute brings a tear to my eye every year...
It was at this event six years ago that Greg and I first said, "I love you." This truly is a special event. This year didn't hold back. I had to laugh when I went to work the next day and a coworker did her first Bolder Boulder. She exclaimed, "I don't know how you do what you do! That was hard!" I've never thought of it as hard--I mean, it is, but you just don't think about. You just do it because 50,000 other people are doing it too!
Nonetheless, the Bolder Boulder was just as fun as ever with its free beer, 
