Allen also had prepared by winning all nine of his shorter triathlons in the summer and by doing long, hard rides with training partner Ken Souza. "A 6�-hour training day doesn't prepare you for an 8�-hour race," he said. "Everything changes after six hours."
He knew his overdistance work had paid off when he swung off the bike and began the run. "I felt like I'd ridden 40 miles, not 112," said Allen. "Usually I feel like I've gone 150."
But Scott set the pace. A high overcast had crept over them, cutting the strength of the energy-sapping sun. They caught Dittrich a mere four miles into the marathon. "The pace seemed tough early," said Allen, "but I think Dave was feeling me out. We slowed on the hill out of town, and I was comfortable until 10 to go. Then he picked it up, mile after mile."
"Dave seemed stronger on the downgrades," said Allen. "I thought, All right, where's the best uphill?"
He already knew. He and Moss had chosen the hill at the 24-mile mark. Break away there, and he would have all downhill or level running past enraptured crowds to the finish.
In the press truck where Moss was watching, someone asked whether Allen and Scott might agree to tie. 'They didn't come this far," Moss said, "to give it to one another now."
Then Allen struck. "You're doing it!" yelled Moss. He quickly gained 25 yards.
"I just couldn't answer," said Scott. But he didn't slow, either. "You never concede," he said. "You never know what will happen."
Now Allen had 50 yards on Scott. "Stay within yourself," called Moss, suddenly afraid he'd gone too hard, too soon. "You never have to do this again."
"It's over," said a photographer.