Here I am at the start of the marathon. Meanwhile, the man to the left is swearing at someone to get over here. Right now!
A picture of the heady atmosphere surrounding the marathon start at the Resort and Conference Center at Hyannis. The place actually lives up to its pretentious and non sententious name (I know big words. Or I know how to look up big words. Same result either way).
I opted for the early start. It is 30 minutes before the regular start and is for the old, weak, tired, and fat. I hope none of these guys see I wrote that or they will rap my knuckles with a yardstick.
"Got a whale of a tale to tell you, lad. A whale of a tale or two...'bout the flapping fish and the girls I've loved on nights like this with the moon above, a whale of a tale and it's all true, I swear by my tatoo." -Sung to an old shanty tune by Ned Land in a laughably bad adaptation of 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea (available on vinyl...in 1980).
When I think of the very best fresh seafood and the finest dining establishment in Hyannis, my first thought is of Spanky's Clam Shack and Seaside Saloon. Isn't yours?
I thought this looked nice at the time. I was wrong, but I make no apologies. What else could I be? No apologies. What else could I say?
The best thing to do when viewing this photo is to make whooshing wind noises, then the sound of waves crashing, then the sound of seagulls crying. They cry, but no one listens, except for me.
In Hyannis, children are not at play, they are not walking along, and they are not running behind a rolling ball. They are simply children. As it should be.
Good thing I ate everything that wasn't nailed down during the holidays. People tried to splash water on me and push me back into the water.
In Hyannis, there is a town ordinance that no lighthouses are allowed to have lights on them. Good to see that this one is under code.
A wonderful shot of people running along the scenic beach while spectators cheer. The woman in front is performing the rare Kris Kros "Jump Jump" running maneuver. I admire her chutzpah.
Here we see the pack of people who flew by me on their way up this hill. Hey, guys, wait for me! (Say that in a funny cartoony voice for best effect. I recommend Shaggy from Scooby-Doo).
As I hit mile 25, a chill rain began to pour upon us all. Despite that I finished and won the coveted starfish medal. Hooray for me. Hooray for the medal. Hooray for everything.
Here is a photo of me driving back home. I took this photo in case there were those out there who were entirely unfamiliar with what it is like to drive in a car. Was it dangerous? Yes. Was it worth the danger? Again, yes.
A close-up of the starfish medal, with the ribbon placed in an artistic manner. I thought the placement somewhat post-modern, but deemed it would be acceptible in this case, and in this case only.