After running with them for almost a year, I finally snag a picture with the Nougats. They will ditch me seconds after the race starts. I can't help but think it's intentional.
Our impromptu photographer went for a dramatic angle with the church and sky more involved in the photo, even though it is totally obvious that we are the stars of the show. Get your own photos, church and sky!
Almost time to start. Earphones are ready, sunglasses are on, and wedges are being adjusted in anticipation.
Soon after starting, everyone leaves me behind. I began singing Pink Floyd to them in protest, "Don't leave me now. Don't say it's the end of the road..." They ran faster. Jerks.
Team Robert is represented on the 50k. There were other members who did the 23k or just wandered around in the woods for no reason, but what of it? These fine gents actually spent money to cross over this filthy patch of stagnant swamp. As did I. Money well spent.
Most of the course was full of such fine views as this. The bridge seen here was not entirely stable. It wobbled horribly as I crossed over. Then again, I am a Clydesdale and things are not always designed to hold my great weight.
Most of the forest looked like this. I wended my way along searching for the shield generator so my pal Lando could commence his attack on the Death Star. Sadly, as Admiral Ackbar later told me, "It's a trap!"