It's early morning and demon eyes are in evidence before the race begins. Fear not, for I have his address and the exorcism plans are already under way. Someone has a little surprise in store for them tonite!
These runners are so powerful that they shine in the night like the stars in the heavens above, and that is only one of the five reasons I like to think of them as quasars.
My camera brilliantly captures the moment as the runners explode into the Fells. Then again, perhaps they were travelling so fast that light did not have enough time to bounce between them and my camera lens. What do you think?
Chris behind the aid station, melting into the darkness like a foul drunken hobo looking to swipe my wallet just for another bottle of cheap rotgut (actually, he already did that while pacing me at the Vermont 100, now that I think of it).
There is nothing I enjoy more than taping and piling things on the front of my car and then photographing the entire lot. The best part is when I speed off with these things still attached and people wave their arms at me and yell while I just pretend to ignore them and pass on by. That never gets old.
Yes, the sun actually did make an appearance today. Get a load of all of that stuff! Looks like some kind of improbable estate sale. Actually, that stuff is about equivalent to the current value of all my financial investments, so the metaphor is apt.
Ain't I just an amusing fellow? What do you mean, "Only in your own head?" Now you sound like my wife. Believe me friends, I get enough of that at home without you adding to it. Just agree with me and we can all move on with our lives.
So, maybe I am not that amusing after all. You know what, though? At least I make the effort. I am trying to make something beautiful here, and all you can do is criticize. Now who is in the wrong?
Umm. Maybe sometimes I try too much. Did anyone even read this? No? Maybe that is for the best.
Luckily, I more than made up for it with my geeky Star Trek reference (Query: What will toilet paper be like in the 23rd century? Man, I want to know now!).
Christine is so gorgeous that Chris' head exploded in a brilliant flash of light. That is why I never look directly at her, I merely bask in the secondary glow of her beauty.
I could comment about how Chris always looks like this, but that would just be juvenile. And true.
Julie and her son Jeffrey after their epic 8 mile loop. Jeffrey just finished his longest run along a tough and technical trail. Awesome job, young man! Show Mom how it's done!
Three of the core members of The Ultra Gang. Also, a tiny little Santa Claus on the Gatorade cooler (note: never call Santa "Ho-ho" in my presence or I will box your ears (and I hope they do not give me a surprise jab and uppercut combination)).
Christine is all smiles as she wraps up another sucessful Fells run. She is training for a big secret race in 2011 (Christine, is it okay to refer to the big secret race, or is that in fact giving away the fact that there is a race that is secret? Either way, I cannot be trusted and I am glad you finally learned the truth about me).
Aren't Chris and Dan the cutest? They have been planning this little outfit ensemble for months. They could have put a little more effort in the hat department, and Chris forgot his glasses, but I am still disturbed in general, and that means it was a complete success!
Emily yet again wins the Best Outfit award. What is her prize? A picture of herself! And what award could possibly compare to that?
At least when I plan outfit ensembles I make sure there is an attractive female involved.
Chris, our first female finisher, finishes as first female! Congrats! Actually, you were our only ultra distance female, so double the congrats!
General milling about and lying around after the race. This is when people walk by and scoff at us for being lazy while they are going for a 15 minute dog walk. I just eye them intensely and scowl in a manner I think is fierce, but probably looks more like constipated. Either way is good for me.
Michael comes in second place in the 40 mile race. Turns out he didn't even come here to race, but that Golden Lab just wouldn't stop chasing him. Still, a finish is a finish.
Sean is clearly visible as he finishes his first 40 mile race. His first race was the Fells in March for 32 miles, and he is already experiencing race inflation. Man, what kind of crazy nonsense will he be up to next year?
A copy of the finisher's award. Is is art, or is it just a bunch of crap I threw together using Windows Paint? Unknown. Matter of fact, only one thing is certain- that guy in the middle has taken so many steroids that his Weebles are the size of dried peas.