Pre-race photo of Christine taking a photo of Chris who is not paying attention. I live for photos such as this.
The Fells Trail Ultra posse. As the young kids I work with say, "That's how we do." No idea what that means, but saying it makes me feel like I still got it.
At exactly 7:00am, twenty runners set off to learn for themselves why this course gets a rating of five roots for trail technicality.
Heh heh heh. I laugh because most of them don't know what they are in for.
Christine is still cheerful at the start of the race.
Our early starter finishes a loop while our volunteer Ryan looks on, ready to defend his coffee at all costs.
Perhaps I should have waited for runners to get closer before snapping a photo.
Or perhaps I simply need to get my eyes checked.
This one I can see clearly.
Kevin has come to volunteer, thanks to the service requirement at the Vermont 100.
Still all smiles at the end of the first lap.
Time to change out some gear. Belts tend to become uncomfortable as the miles go by.
Next year I will wait until people get closer.
This is what it will look like.
But by this one I had already forgotten that which I had learned.
Perhaps I should stop writing down here, as I have nothing important to say.
Still looking fresh... for now.
Still smiling... for now.
Still cruising... for now.
Still have nothing important to say... for now.
This could be loop two, or it could be loop three. However, I can positively tell from the position of the sun that it is around 10:22am.
Man, I am such I liar. Did you fall for it?
They would have.
But he would not have.
My awesome group of volunteers, over 50% of which will be running the Vermont 100, and 20% of which will be volunteering there, making for a a remainder of 30%, which hardly seems possible with five people.
The dog was terribly unhappy with my photography, so Kevin switched places with me to take a quality photo. Now our volunteer pup looks on with a noble and reserved countenance, and perhaps some drool as well.
I am thinking about taking a class in photography, but what could they possibly teach such an artist as myself?
Another loop, still feeling energetic.
I have another sixty photos to go, and commentary must be brief. Simply scroll through, ignoring any photos that are not of you. Don't even try to fool me. I know that is all you are here for, but I do not judge.
Christine shows off her afro, covered as it is by the hat. Her hair is so powerful that her last hairbrush exploded with the force of a thousand suns.
Should have got the camera ready a little bit more ahead of time here.
Action trail photos, courtesy of volunteer David.
You couldn't pose this photo in a million years.
Where did she come from?
Another sighting of the mysterious ghost runner.
This photo was taken by the Superfriends Apache Chief. "Inyuk-chuk!"
First female, final finisher. Fabulous!
This disturbing photo was taken from the back of the Jax packaging. I felt a need to share it.
Thanks to everyone for coming out to run. A great group of runners. No complainers, no whiners. As it should be. See you next race!