Team Robert (aka the Hillsboro Trail Running Club). Also present is 50% of Team Bouncing Belanger. 80% of the people in this photo were drinking heavily last night. Yet another drinking club with a running problem.
I shake hands with one of the best runners I have ever had the priviledge to meet, Mr. Josh Katzman. He places first or second in every race he has ever run, and then when asked how he did, he replies "good." Compare that to your multi-million dollar athletes. They're a bunch of stupidheads!
I pose with Julie, who apparently believes that carrots can run. What a wacky world she lives in!
We begin! See that string of runners going off into the distance? I am the second to last one. However, I had the distinct pleasure of picking off and passing a few of them on the way to the finish line. Sure, I'm a bit of a jerk about it, but it makes me feel special inside.
Vermont is not made for lovers. It is made for torturous uphill climbs. By the time you make it to the top, love is out of the question. This may be why my wife is not jealous of me running with hot girls. Besides, hordes of mosquitos where they don't belong tend to ruin the mood.
I don't know how these trees magically shorten their branches to make for such a splendid view, but I salute them for it and I will definitely friend them on Facebook. However, I will not poke them because they are too sharp.
The climb to Garvin Hill. It is humbling to exhaust yourself going up what feels like a mountain and find out it is only a hill. In my opinion, if it takes you hours to get to the top, it's a mountain. Get with the times, Webster!
Sean Macissin begins the quad destroying downhill from Garvin Hill. See the majestic mountains ahead? (They are not hills, dammit!) You can see to Alaska from here. Maybe.
Mom, I don't want to go to school today. Can't I just stay in bed? No, son. You have to climb over that mountain to finish the race. Don't put me in, coach. I'm not ready to play, today! (Tommorow's not looking good, either).
One of the many solid bridges to be found on the trails. Notice the purple "X" marks. They mean "Pay attention, you damn moron!" Not that I really did, but it's the though that counts.
Almost at the finish line. This is pretty, and deserved to be photographed. Finished my 2nd VT50 with Sean Marcissin on his first 50...ever! Also, PR'ed by 35 minutes. A fantastic day all around!