Everybody's heard that the bird is the word! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Crv3cuVbpaM PS My wife ate this entire cake and did not save me a single bite. Luckily, my parents took me out to eat constantly all weekend. I win.
These are only most of the remote controls my brother has in his living room. I would take a photo of all of them but it would use all of the memory on my digital camera.
The pillows on the bed in the hotel. Mom called the front desk to get us some pillows before she saw the bed. We made fun of her all weekend. Sorry, Mom.
Here I am with my technical shirt. I am glad I ordered a medium since I knew I would drop weight before the race.
The men pose in the hotel room. Eric wore his best shirt. Dad is listing slightly since Eric is leaning on him.
This is one lousy photo. No idea why I took it.
Team Latour ready for action the morning of the race.
A view of the lake from Battery Street. I am pretty sure it is Lake Champlain, if I can trust those online maps.
The Bruegger's bagel guy was on hand. A must-have photo opportunity.
Battery Park, so called since during the War of 1812 a battery of canons fought off "the hated British" (as Captain Nemo calls them in "The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen." Get a copy...today!)
The traditional wait for the port-a-potties before the race. It isn't a marathon without it!
The Indian Guy looks down on us with disdain. Native Americans routinely ran marathon distances just for warm-ups.
Only a minute or two until the start. I am at the very back, as always. It is a comfortable place.
Someone is kind enough to take a picture of me. I have a waist pack full of M&M's, a cell phone, and a camera. I am all set for a casual run.
The people grow restless waiting for the starting gun. Imaging the sound of angry murmuring to best replicate the atmosphere that morning.
We are running down Pearl street at mile 0.3ish.
The pack surges ahead early in the game, but nothing feels better than zooming past them at mile 20. Let them surge.
The end of Church Street. On the left, mile 2.5, on the right, mile 8.5.
Leaving downtown and heading out to the Northern Connector. Someday we'll find it, the Northern Connector. The lovers, the dreamers, and me.
Posing with the Darth Vader suit. In previous years, Mark was wearing it and standing on top of a ladder. This year, he ran. Way to go, Mark! Perhaps later I will try some Dark Side Lasagna. The man behind me is obviously very impressed with me.
Here we are the Northern Connector, a 4.4 mile out and back. The views are quite nice, as you will soon find out.
We burn down the connector, enjoying the foliage and the rain. I can show you that when it starts to rain, everything's the same. Rai---ai---ain, I don't mind. Shi---i---ine, the weather's fine.
Mile 5 and a cool bridge up ahead. There were many cool bridges and I shot 'em all. On the other side of the road, the faster people go by.
For the very best in country, I highly recommend WTNN 97.5 "The Eagle", even though the mascot frightens me greatly. I believe Alfred Hitchcock once made a film about him.
Another fine bridge, this one with intrepid spectators both above and below. There is much cheering and support in this race.
The view from the Connector. That sound like a super-hero. The Connector. He makes connections better than any man alive, for what it's worth.
Team Latour cheers me on as I take a picture of them cheering me on. The team waited for hours in the rain just to see me for a few seconds. Thanks.
Well, since they waited so long, how about a nice photo?
Running down Church Street through a tremendous crowd of runners. I would be further ahead, but I heroically stayed with a runner who had chest pains until help arrived. It does not make me less of a hero if I brag about it, does it?
Actually, I wouldn't have been all that much further ahead. It was mile 9 and my body cried out, "Hold, enough". "And damn'd be him that first cries, 'Hold, enough!' "- Macbeth.
The first of many local bands. They were not actually playing while I passed, but they were searching for a dropped pick. Well, one of them was.
Piper and drummer. They are there every year. As Bill Kazmaier said about hearing them during the Highland Games, "It's pretty hard to keep your feet on the ground."
Another local band. Another time between sets.
These guys were actually playing. Rock on, dudes!
As were these guys. Rock on with bongoes, dudes! Notice the A-frame mandolin. Sad to have missed it.
A glimpse though private property (trespassers will be prosecuted) to the lake beyond.
Another view of the lake. This place had about 8 picnic tables. No trespassing. What, are you trying to tease us in with picnic tables so you can shoot us?
I had to get a picture with the volunteer with a traffic cone on his head. Guys like this make marathons much more fun.
The bike path was closed during the race from 8am-2pm. I risked everything by breaking the law to finish the race. "Breaking the law, breaking the law" (repeat ad infinitum) -Judas Priest.
Coming up to another nice water station at around mile 12. I was so very, very tired here. That is not a nice place to be at mile 12, unless you are doing a 12 mile run, at which point it is just fine.
Somehow, the table with elite fluids looked very unappetizing to me, so I went over to the regular people fluids, which was great. Sometimes, it does not pay to be elite.
Another fun musical opportunity. The lady in the leopard skin blouse was raising quite a ruckus with her dancing.
The lake. Again. Get used to seeing it. I took a lot of pictures.
I have made it to the half way point. Barely.
Did I not warn you about the lake? Did you not listen? Do you not believe me now?
This was the finest bridge on the course. I still firmly believe that there is nothing so delightful as a bridge in the woods, especially one so finely built as this one.
More lake. I did not witness "Champ", who is the local sea monster, but there are still many miles of lake to go.
Coming to another bridge. I have manged to catch up with some other people at last.
And some more lake.
The taiko drummers at the bottom of Battery hill. They sounded like this: "Boom boom boom boom boom boom. Boom boom boom. Boom boom boom." It sound much better when heard than when written.
An action photo of me beginning the big hill. I usually don't run with this type of stride, but I felt it necessary since I was beginning the "Assault on Battery", as they call it.
The assault is complete, and as I was out of breath, I decided it was time for a photograph. Of anything.
I pose with some clown nurses at the medical station. They are officially sanctioned by the red cross for circus medical needs as well as for marathons.
Another view of the lake, but this time from a greater elevation for added perspective (yes, I needed another rest).
We begin a 5 mile residential stretch. Many people were out to cheer for us. Kids gave us oranges, candy and drinks. In previous years people squirted us with hoses and drunk guys cheered us incoherently, but not this year. I was doubly disappointed.
However, this family banging on upside trash cans more than made up for any losses from previous years.
Mile 18. I was really hurting at this point, but there was only 8.2 miles to go and that ain't bad! I can run 8.2 standing on my head, despite the obvious biomechanical problems therein.
This marathon was only a moderate health risk, according to this non-clown red cross nurse.
Another band not rocking out while I passed by.
We begin a brief trail section. I heard another runner say "Oh, great. Just what I need. Rrrrrr." There is much positive self-talk during these races.
A mannikin with a plywood cut-out pet cheers us on.
A local school band, and an opportunity to rest my quads from more downhill punishment.
We are now on the bike trail leading back towards downtown Burlington. The sun is out, and the lake views are just ahead.
See, what did I tell you?
Boinga bwong budda bing bang band. Remember the band Oingo Boingo? If you do 1) you are dating yourself, and 2) you should see a hypnotist to remove that memory. You will be glad you did.
So very tired. I'll just stop and take a quick picture. Just a quick one. Won't be here long at all. Just the time it takes to snap the photo. Meanwhile, this 65 year lady zips past me. She is singing to herself while she goes. She is smiling. If I didn't admire her, I would hate her.
Another fantastic bridge in the woods. Shall I climb up and try it out? Perhaps another time.
A small park to the right next to the lake. I didn't stop to rest. I just thought it was a nice park. And a nice giant drainage pipe.
Obviously, I coudn't pass this view by without a photo.
Or this one. Like I can see a photo of water everyday.
Oh, thank God. Notice everyone else is having just as good a time as me.
Up on the boardwalk, I'll be having fun. Up on the boardwalk, I'll be taking a run. Up on the boardwalk...boardwalk!
Yay! I am more than ready to exit this marathon!
A post race photo. Shall we go and sit down now? I must insist.
OK. One more photo, then sit.
Fine. A third photo, but I can't help but notice that there isn't much sitting going on. We should remedy that.
The medal. My third Burlington marathon. My 11th marathon. My 13th 26+ mile race. My time to rest.