Julie and I head in towards Al Cat's Lounge aid station at around mile 4. I will eat bacon, a turkey wrap, a brownie, some M&M's, and a cup of coke. She will wait patiently until the feast has ended. Well, mostly patiently.
If you are lost in the woods of Willowdale State Forest and are looking for a bite to eat, why not try out Al Cat's Lounge? Hot food, good company, and live music every day. That's Al Cat's Lounge for all of your bonking needs.
Ah, the swamp and the trees. So pretty. Ah, the overflow of water from the rain the past few days. So cold. And powerful wet, besides.
One of the many hauntingly beautiful views on the trail. I saw a bird here. It had feathers. The feathers made wings. The bird flew upon said wings. Now what are the odds of that?
Fast Fred's Cafe. Need a grilled cheese sandwhich? Howsabout some hot soup? Chicken? Sausage? Pastries? If you are not interested in any of the above, then we have nothing further to talk about. Ever. This conversation is black-carded.
Trailpixie sporting some avaunt-guarde trail fashion. Of course, I took the picture way too far away for the fashion to be the least bit visible, but no one has ever accused me of being a photographer, although once I was accused of a crime I didn't commit. It took exactly 90 minutes to resolve the issue, during which time I ate some popcorn, drank some soda, and tried to unstick my feet from the floor.
Jen and I at Al Cat's. This was around mile 29, and that's why we were still able to force out a grimace. Later on, not so much.
Every time I just wanted to keep running, Jen had to jump around in puddles and giggle. Congrats to her on her first 50 mile finish. It was a pleasure to run over 25 miles with her. She is now the proud owner of a fine fleece finisher's jacket. My advice: never take it off, even when showering.