My group photos just get better and better.
Much better. We are ready to run a 55k for Dan's birthday. Well, some of us were. None of us did. There is no course record for this race, there were no first place prizes, and there were no medals. There are only 10 big DNF's, and I'm okay with that.
We speed along the trail along the side of the pond. As we went, there was a slow attrition of runners. One by one, they fell to the wayside. None were destined to finish on this day. O cruel fate!
Trail Pixie is so amazed by this great bridge that she does a double take, and was heard to say "BWAAAHHH???"
A light covering of snow along the 17 mile loop. Spirits were still high, as we ran with a smile on our face and a song in our heart.
Who did we meet along the way, but our old pal Paul L. We had been ten, and were now eleven. Do not allow this to make the song "Ten Little Indians" get stuck in your head, as it has in mine. I am most sorely vexed at this untimely annoyance!
I feel left behind, like those people in the novel "Left Behind". I really want to read the sequel "Kiss My Left Behind", available at Amazon.com.
Walden Pond (the non-famous one. Well, it is sort of famous, but there has never been a movie named after it, and that's what really counts in this crazy old world of ours).
There is nothing like running on soft packed gravel, if you enjoy running on ground that continually moves around and makes you work twice as hard to get half as far.
This bridge rocks my world.
But this bridge is even better. Congrats to Dan on his big day. Only four of us were left at 45k, and since we didn't want everyone else to really look like wusses by dropping out so early, we graciously decided to stop way before we were ready and allow them to save face. The things we do for them!
On a totally unrelated note, this is the best song every written.