Since the Quik Bunny was there for a nice 5k racewalk, I knew I had to get a photo with him.
Eating dairy products before a race is a highly dangerous practice. His digestive system will let him know just how dangerous in a few minutes time.
An elementary school sign reminds me of a truth I knew long ago: Don't eat oranges with goofy faces.
Elementary school sure is complicated, but I am all set now that I know today is a Green Day.
Whoah, whoah, whoah! I thought today was a green day! A plague upon you, confusing school signs!
How is it that American students are lagging behind the rest of the world? Ask the vending machine man.
Eric and I at the pre-race. He spend $65 for that Beastie Boys hoody, and thought it a bargain.
I may be running in this mass of people, then again I may not. We may never know.
Here I am, running away. It took Carrie a little while longer to set up the camera than she had anticipated.
By this time, she had truly mastered the timing required of her new (3 years old) camera.
My wife, the adventurer!
My wife, resting from adventure!
My wife, taking pictures of adventure!
This may or may not be the said photo of adventure.
My wife, probably picking up some slimy bug to hug and to love and to call him "George".
Here I am, in the distance. Far!
Here my wife tentatively acknowledges knowing me with a faint wave.
Here I am, getting closer.
At this point, I am very close. Near!
Here I am, doing some sort of funny looking move.
But this move is far funnier!
I go. Wife documents the going.
I believe this is mile 17. Or mile 16. Or mile 18. Actually, it does not really matter. Pray forget I mentioned it.
Note the scenic...scenery.
Here I am doing some kind of double take on what I see on the road. BBBB-waaaahhh????
No wonder my knees hurt after I run. Look at this ridiculous gate. Cartoonists study me for their silliest characters on Saturday morning cartoons.
Here I am, finishing. Lest you think me invisible, I am either to the left or the right of the photo, yet it is still a fine photo of the clock, and that has to count for something.
Here is a photo of my legendary obsession with my cuffs, right after I finished.
This is a typical facial expression for me, being something of a combination of rage and confusion. It is a hell of a way to live, but I do it every day.