After leaving the great city of Kitty hawk, we entered the wonderful city of Kill Devil Hills. I used to know why they call it Kill Devil Hills, but I've forgotten. I think it had something to do with the Wright Brothers making a deal with Baby Jesus, where the Brothers would be granted the gift of flight, but first they had to kill the devil in the hills. But don't quote me on that.

The atmosphere of Kill Devil Hills was similar to Kitty hawk. Lots of people were out cheering us on and making the run a good time. We even passed some Jimmy Buffet Parrot Heads who were camped out and enjoying life. They were even handing out refreshments. Olga grabbed a cup and I grabbed a cup. When I got my cup I asked what it was and they told me it was water. Olga took a swallow and nearly chocked on it. I took a sniff of mine and smelled vodka. Now, usually I'm a big fan of vodka. I've said this before and I'll say it again: vodka takes the edge off of life. It's a good thing to drink. Just not when you're running a marathon and especially not when you're expecting water. So thumbs up for the people giving it out, but thumbs down for the people who said it was water. Unfortunately, that was the same person. Stupid redneck hippy.

A little while later we ran into some other people handing out alcohol. They weren't trying to pretend it was something else, so I applaud their efforts and contributions to the race. I grabbed a bear and drank half of it around mile six. This was my second marathon where I partook of the fermented beverage. I'm starting to like a little booze when I run.

Part way through this section Greg told Olga and me to go ahead and run ahead of him. He knew what was involved and he didn't want to burn out early in the race. So we went slightly faster than him. It was strange, because we weren't a lot faster, so for a long time we could see each other and still talk, even though we had already separated.

Another great thing about Kill Devil Hills was the porta-potties. Olga was amazed at them. Not the fact that they were there, but the fact that there wasn't any line to use them. At that other marathon there was always about a fifteen minute wait, which is why lots of people did the public urination thing. In OBX you didn't need to do that dance, you just walked up the porta-potty and did your thing. Olga and I took advantage of this opportunity and while we were there Greg passed us.

Kill Devil Hills also hosted one of the cooler sites of the race. There's a big memorial to the Wright Brothers at the top of a hill there. The course had us run around said memorial. Luckily, the people who laid out the course had us run around the base, and not up the hill. When we got to the memorial Olga and I caught back up with Greg. It was cool to hang out with him there.