Having learned much in the past two years, I didn't bring much food to the race. Wait until you see what it looks like at the start. You ain't seen nothin' yet, B-b-b-baby, you just ain't seen n-n-n-othing yet. (Wow, that song really is total crap. I never really realised it until I saw it written down).
Beware the chair! Especially now, since it is covered in safety pins. Such pins do not feel very safe when lodged deeply in the buttocks.
I came to the race with eight gallons of water and 12 bottles of soda. Why is it I left with twice that much? "Lo! They were fruitful, and multiplied, 'til they covered the land like unto a plague of locusts."
Please take this free crap. I am so sick of lugging it around. (Well, the race is over and I am still lugging it around. I swear I am going to throw it away one of these days, or at least I am going to drop it off at the next race I run at and leave it there. Yes. That is what I will do. Nyah ha ha haaa!!!).
See that healthy looking aid station? And only half of the runners have arrived. Look at them, just milling about, except for that one guy in the background who is trying to pee. "I'm gun shy, man. Turn off the camera!"
Thirty five brave souls who are about to enter a world of hurt. And the worst part? It's their own fault. What a bitter pill that is to swallow.
I make use of a Hindu rope ladder to take a better view. I knew those days spent at the foot of a gymnosophist would come in handy someday!
I told them to begin the race with a Trail Animal howl. Epic fail. No animal has ever been known to go "Whoooohh!"
Now that they are gone, it is time for the RD to feast! Do not get between me in the food, if you know what's good for you!
Sean, Jean and Adrian formed my elite volunteer crew. Adrian will be running the Vermont 100 next year and Jean will crew for him. Sean is hungry for his first hundy, but not hungry enough to commit $300 until his PhD in Chemistry makes mad bank.
I am just glad when he isn't drinking it out of a paper bag.
I didn't quite get the camera ready in time here. Now my failure is complete.
Sunshine on my curls makes me happy.
I was even later this time with the camera.
I make some runners uneasy.
Still smiling, but for...how...long...?
Michelle tosses a rainbow at me. It nearly sliced my head off. Be more careful next time, woman!
What a wonderful looking group of people. I stole those filthy worn jeans off a homeless person. Hey, now he's a pantsless person too!
This picture shows Jeff in his best possible light. This is as good as it gets for him.
How can he pose there while that woman is being mauled by vicious dogs? Oh, the inhumanity!
A somewhat artsy photo of Ryan the speedster. Look for it at the Museum of Fine Arts. You won't find it there, but look anyway, just in case.
Adam's pic is not as artsy, but not for lack of trying. Alas, sometimes art cannot be forced. I sought the muse, and she turned her face from me, in shame.
Karen gets lost for more miles before 8am than most people get lost all day!
Pure. Artistic. Gold.
Has anyone seen Karen? I sure hope she didn't get lost!
Dan and I forgot our cool flowery print running skirts today. Why didn't I say "yes" when he asked if we should bring them today? Truly, hindsight is 20/20.
Art straight up with a twist, neither shaken nor stirred.
Since he saw his shadow, we are going to have eight more weeks of winter, if GroundRunner day isn't just another old wives' tale.
The Ultra Gang, reunited in photo form for the first time since our first training run in October 2009. We are so good looking it almost hurts to look at us.
Emily didn't realise we were taking another photo as she practiced her new Jiu-Jitsu takedown on an unsuspecting Michelle. Finish her!
Ryan wins Best Blood Award! Either that or the barb wire on the tatoo is actually real.
Team Crazy brings it in for another loop!
New Hampshire's only Grand Slammer Norm finishes another loop. Norm does not brag about his accomplishments, so I brag for him! P.S. He is the RD of the awesome Wapack and Back race. Run it this May!
The ambassadors from the land of the Tall and Lean people have come to sign a treaty with my people (the short and fat). Point one of the treaty- we are not to be photographed together. It makes my people look even more like our namesake.
The only finishers of the Fells Trail Marathon. They tied for first by not alerting anyone else that this category existed.
We are done running for the day. Some of us are slouchy, some of us are casual, and some of us are engaged in sun-worshiping ritualistic yoga. One of these things is not like the other...
Puma brings it home.
Bill cheers perfunctorily as Team Crazy finishes with gusto, aplomb, and other cool yet strange words.
Jeff thought running an ultra every two weeks for the past two months was a good idea. He may have changed his mind on that recently.
First ultra finisher Jen brings it in!
In no time at all, it was as if we were never here. Remember that if the cops ask you. We were never here. You'll remember that, if you know what's good for you!
No matter how bad my day is, this authentic Family Circus Sunday Paper cartoon always cheers me up.
Thanks to everyone who ran today. It was a real pleasure to see you out there. Hope to see you on the trails again soon!