At 3:30 Crutchlow became ill and vomited. By 4:30 he was finished for the day. Maxwell kept forcing his pace, and by 8 p.m. he had done 55 miles and held a commanding 17-mile lead.
The next morning, Crutchlow had recovered, but Maxwell maintained his edge. By the time he reached Furnace Creek, however, his right leg was badly swollen and discolored below the knee. He decided to sit down and rest for an hour. When he got up to continue, his right leg wouldn't bend, and he couldn't walk, much less run. So he hobbled, stiff-legged, for the last 54 miles on a leg that, it turned out, had suffered a stress fracture just below the knee.
Maxwell faced his final crisis the next morning when, with 34 miles to go, he couldn't get his blistered and bloody feet into his size 9 shoes. Fortunately, the size 12 shoes of one of his support crew were just large enough, and Maxwell finished the race in them.
By the time he staggered under the archway of Scotty's Castle, Maxwell had lost 18 pounds. At 37 hours, 57 minutes, he had also trimmed more than 13½ hours off his previous time.
For a second time, Crutchlow finished six hours later. Aside from the numerous painful blisters, he experienced another problem with his feet. "Somehow I lost some toenails. I don't know why. Maybe it was the bloody bananas."
Well, now, some people never do learn, and nine years later Crutchlow is making noises about a third race. "Lately I've been thinking about challenging Maxwell to run Death Valley again," he says. "The s.o.b. beat me twice, and I'd really like another chance at him. I'm going to keep at it until I get it right."
When Maxwell was informed of Crutchlow's recent remarks, he was incredulous: "He said that? You know, I wouldn't have thought I'd race him again, but after hearing that, I just might have to. There's no way Crutchlow could beat me."