Posing with the Stone Kittens at the start of the race. Their hats have little ears on them. Awwww.
Dan looks dazed and confused at the start of the race, while Trailgrrl shadow boxes an opponent only she can see.
A wonderful collection of hats at the start of the race.
The Stone Kittens joke around before we begin. I do not remember seeing that wooden wall. "The wooden wall alone shall remain unconquered." -The Oracle of Delphi in The Histories of Herodotus.
A bottleneck situation at mile 0.5. Fine by me. I already needed a rest.
Streph and Dan heading up the trail. Orange ribbons mark the way on a very well marked course. Complaints of getting lost will be laughed at.
Al and his Cats Lounge rocked my world!
Must...eat...have not eaten...in 10 minutes....famished...weak...all is going dark....
I did not even notice the cat eyes, ears, tail, and whiskers on the sign. Hee hee. It make me giggle like a schoolgirl.
"Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed." -Walt Whitman. Hey Walt, I'll give you something odorous: me at 20 miles. Hah!
Running through the woods following Streph and Dan. I am breathing like a faulty steam engine at a nice, comfortable heartrate of 175.
Streph goes left. Dan's the man. Steve is peeved as they weave. It makes me heave. You gotta believe.
I see a sign in the distance. It means food. Food means happiness and comfort. It is all that is right and good in this world of ours. What do you mean I am a glutton?
Fast Fred runs the best cafe in the woods that I know of.
"Feed me, Seymour!" -Little Shop of Horrors.
Another loop is done. I have some grilled cheese and soda. Dan practices his 70's disco moves. "Staying Alive, Staying Alive! AH HA HA HA!"
As we are all quite childish, it is appropriate that we take a photo near our beloved playground. Dibs on the slide!
Another loop. The leaves on the ground made for a nice, soft trail. They also hid many terrible dangers in the form of roots and rocks. "Wonder Twin powers...activate! Shape of...a slippery rock! Form of...a slimy root!"
This is a favorite spot of at least 37% of the gang. I am not sure of the probability. I should ask Streph the mathematician, but I am too afraid he might actually tell me the answer.
I ham it up while Dan and Trailgrrl shake their heads at my antics. "There's always one of them" they mutter under their breath. At least it's better than when they mutter to the side of their breath. That always confuses the hell out of me, 'cause how DO they do it?
My shutter got stuck on my camera, making for a cool artsy photo that is sure to win me a prize at the local photography exhibit this year. My previous entry of photos of spoor in the woods was not as big a hit as I thought it would be.
The sun. Giver of life. The chariot of Helios. The barge of Amun-Re. Creator of Sunny D.
A volunteer told me to look out for a rabid racoon ahead. I said, "Is it near that dog?" "That's no dog" he dramatically replied. Rocky Racoon checked into his room, only to find Gideon's Bible!
Another artistically pleasant photograph. At least, to me it is.
There is a name for this part of the trail. Reckon I don't member it. Suppose I stop reckoning and start surmising? Where would you be then in your little world?
My bro and I at Fast Fred's Cafe aid station. It is the long dark tea-time of the soul. But, as Poncho (yes, Poncho) says in Predator, "I can make it, I can make it!" And I did.
Sa-weeet! My new superhero name is "The Finisher".
A rare photo of the gang together during the race. We stayed together for perhaps 5 minutes. (Photo Credit: I stole it off the internet).