Me with the legend, Mr. Busa
Me and Trooper Dave checking out the course map. He kicked ass. I got mine handed to me. (photo credit: Wendy C-A)
I'm taking you down happy man. (photo credit: Wendy C-A)
It's a good thing KZ wasn't running. At 6'5", I don't think he would have made it under.
Busa said the course was dry. He fibbed. Notice the wimps who went around to the left. They all must have been wearing clean, new shoes.
80 year old John Parker passing by. Justin (in the green jacket) is a follower of my blog. Obviously, he is a discerning reader of all things trail.
Some flat running early in the race. A thick layer of oak leaves concealed many rocks and roots.
I brought my personal photographer and cheerleader to the race. Actually, they were there for another guy but I jumped in front of him and stole his glory.
The climb up Pineline trail.
My new trail pal Martha poses her Peace Out gaiters. I don't know how she stayed so clean.
I spent some time running with Hans. He's very happy running trails.
Off goes Hans.
I liked this old dude's shirt so much I clubbed him with and oak branch and removed it from his limp body.
Notice how all the other runners step to the side when I approach. The one in the gray tee is holding her nose. Do I smell that bad? (photo credit: Wendy C-A)
No more racing for me this year. Time to rehab.