“I came into the final aid station, and I sat down. My body had lost the ability to move — on the climb up to the aid station, I couldn’t even step up a few inches without full-body cramps. It was a bit of sadness tinged with a lot of comedy, laughing in bemusement as I waited out yet another cramp in the bushes as the race passed me by. So when I sat down, I was not planning on getting back up. For an hour, I did not move a muscle. Then my wife and fellow teammate, Megan Roche, came around the corner. She was having her own version of a full-body shutdown, but she looked determined. When she got to the aid station, she made it simple: ‘You’re coming with me.’ I got up, cramped, then waddled off behind Megan a few seconds later. Every minute, she’d wait for me when she heard a yelp of pain. She never stopped believing in me, even when my muscles clearly did not agree with her assessment. I planned on those last five miles taking just over 30 minutes — they took closer to 90. But, with a bunch of “I love you” and “You got this” statements, she got me to the finish line. We crossed hand-in-hand, smiling and laughing, hours behind when we were expected to finish. But, I don’t think I have ever been happier. And that is how love turned my worst race into my best memory.” – HOKA Athlete David Roche
David’s favorite shoe is the Clayton.