Tent city. The clouds and the mountains were gorgeous. The fields where the horses were trampling and spreading about their voluminous droppings, not so much.
Little tents in a line, with one tent bucking tradition and breaking all the rules! It cannot be contained! Tent, you rock our world!
Yes, I do heartily enjoy pictures of tents and clouds. Who doesn't?
Okay, last one. I am making a commitment to you here. I mean, I'm not promising anything, but I am making a commitment.
Since there are no clouds in this picture, all is well. Even better- there is a Smurf sleeping bag. I don't really fit into it, but I just can't part with it after all the crazy adventures we have been through together over the years.
The big white tent is the race headquarters. To the right is a horsey area. To the left is a major Vermont throroughfare. I don't know how the clouds got in the picture, but aren't they nice?
I pose with Christine and Chris (aka Jacked McLiftsalot). It's Christine's first Hundy, and Chris' second crewing, and my first hundy DNF. *sigh*.
Time for the big race meeting. I was busy talking to people and got there late so I had to stand for the entire meeting. I tried to take a chair from a pregnant woman, but you wouldn't believe the big stink that caused, so I stood. Still, it kept my legs limber for the race on the morrow.
We are now back to tent city, now with more tents! The clouds are indistinct so I am still following my tent-cloud-pic commitment, technically.
We have pacer Julie, first hundy runner Micah, and second hundy runner Larisa and her beau. In the background, we have a gentleman in the middle of his "Staying Alive" calisthenics routine.
Christine and Chris get photobombed on race morning by a delighfully mischevious fellow.
This is what the previous picture would have looked like with the added humorous escapades. I think I can speak for all of us that the first picture was better.
Scott, Christine, Chris, me, and half of Larisa pose while someone inserts a water bottle into Chris' cranium. Unsurprisingly, he didn't even notice.
Larisa brings the rest of herself into this photo. Three of the four runners here will complete their goals for the weekend. *sigh*
I pose with Julie, who is in her pajamas and is sleepy. She will be pacing much, much, later and after much, much sleep.
Glowlights in the tent hq on race morning. This picture could not possibly be improved upon.
Instead of getting into line to start the race, I nab a quick picture and then I head over to the start line. Unfortunately, I was on the wrong side of it and facing in the opposite direction, but that's just another day in my life. I eventually figured it out when 300 people tried to run my ass over.
Hey, let's climb some hills! "Hey up there, are you enjoying the hills?" "Shut up! It wasn't funny the first twenty times, you stupid bastard!"
The horsies start coming by. Funny thing about horsies after they have been running a few miles- they poop. A lot. All over the pace. Still, it was fun to run next to someone and try to steer them into the poop and then laugh insanely. Soon, I was running all alone.
"Hey, did you call for some horse poop? Thirty minutes or it's free!"
Another climb. I am glad that I have some runners in this picture to give it some perspective. This course is no joke.
At least there was an equal amount of downhills. Unfortunately, they smashed my quads until I was going slower downhill than up.
Class road? "Hey, come see me when you got no class!"
This sign is unequivocally true. Unfortunately, it has no words on it so I am really not sure just what is is meant to communicate. Are there dangerous centaurs about, perhaps?
This sign did a major mindjob on me last year. I was ready for it this year. Screw you, sign!
We come to the top of a hill, and the hills are alive with the sound of music, and with me grunting as well. It sounded something like this: "Laaa laa la!!! Grrrr gaaaaa grrrr!!!"
Some nice perspective with the little people down there. There be hills here.
I noticed a strange crop circle here, and immediately got out my cell phone to call Scully and Mulder. Damn, no service! Looks like this case is closed before it began.
Julie and KZ drank from this bucket last year. I was going to take a picture of the stagnant, larvae-filled, scummy, oily fen of a pool on the other side of the corrugated sewage pipe, but describing it seemed good enough.
A bridge? And it's slow? I am all over that action!
I think I just like clouds. It was still early enough in the race that I cared about clouds and scenic vistas. Actually, I felt great the entire race, even when I DNF'ed at mile 62.
This sign wasn't too bad. And to follow up on the last pic, I voluntarily dropped because I was sick last week with a stomach bug, had not eaten much for solids the entire time, and during the race I hadn't urinated or sweated for hours despite constantly drinking, which concerned me greatly. After all, I have a responsibility to my pets to stay alive and healthy (oh, and to my wife as well). However, I will state it now that next year I am returning to Vermont and I am going to kick some $^#)!;+ @55!!!!!