Possible replacement for the old, torn Ranger shirt. Female, size M!
Carol, uttering the F word, possibly for the first time in her life!
They remembered me! And no restraining order!
The lovely TuTu's really enjoy spending time with me.
Everybody wants in on the action!
TuTu's take off at 9:40. Only a matter of time, girls..
Dane, thinking about his happy place.
Nobody is hurting. Yet. Note to self, next year, remind whomever we rope in to take the
starting line photo, that the whole purpose of taking a starting line photo is to get the actual
staring line in the photo.
And we're off!
Andy, in red, leading off for the second year in a row.
The wheel chair division. One would think electric would be against the rules.
Here comes Adrien, gaining ground!
Looking both ways before he crosses.
Adrien, flying up a hill.
More Adrien.
Adrien hates hills, but not today!
Adrien, getting some lovin' from Van 2!
The view most runners have of Adrien..
Same hill..
Same Adrien!
Dane-bot, at the bottom of the mother effing hill to end all hills.
I took a lot of pictures of Dane running up this hill. It was a long hill.
I don't have a witty caption for every picture of Dane on this hill. I'm not that clever.
Why are you still reading the captions? I told you I don't have any more. Just look at the pictures,
and start reading captions again when we get to the top of the hill.
Please?
What's the matter with you? Comprehension problem?
I know. I'll bet you're one of those people who slam doors in transition area parking lots, right?
Ok, you're really ticking me off now. Seriously, there was nothing funny about this hill. Just Dane,
courageously running up it.
You're an idiot.
Really.
Ok. I give up. Clearly you are not paying attention. Guess I have no choice but to try to
think of some more captions.
Here's Dave, giving the Rush Hour Renegade runner some help.
Here's Dane again.
Why is it that every time we see Dane, he's running up a hill?
I'd love to know what he's thinking.
Nice view. I don't think Dane enjoyed it.
Look! Here's something you don't see often - it's Dane, running up a hill!
This was one serious hill!
It never seems to end!
It's painful enough to read all these stupid captions, can you imagine how much it hurt to
run up it?
That's Nathan, sitting on a rock, trying not to twist an ankle. Oh, and if you look
closely, you can see Dane. He's the one running up the hill.
From the top of the hill, note the sign - 9% grade for the last 3.5 miles! Don't feel bad for Dane,
the 4 miles before that were probably only a 6% grade..
And the glory of cresting the hill goes to..
Pat! My oh my, don't you look fresh at the top of this hill!
Kissed by a TuTu. Denis is basking in the afterglow.
Here comes Mike!
He'll be glad when he's got this first leg under his belt.
Pretty grueling down hill.
Here comes Carol!
Ranger Daves hand. I know Dave, you don't have to say it - the lousy picture is
all my fault!
There goes Dave, upset about having to run down hill.
More Dave, still going down hill.
And more down hill.
That's me. I'm the one standing with the runners.
Dave dodges a minivan. Nice traffic control. Last year, I spanked one that almost
ran me over. Dave has been trained to kill minivans in 37 different ways, silently.
This one got off lucky.
Seems to be a lot of minivans trying their luck with Dave. Maybe we'll have
to make an example out of one or two of them.
And I'm off!
Dave, explaining how he just wasn't able to get past this one runner..
John, taking off quickly!
5 miles a day on the beach, imagin if he'd had time to train!
Denis, he's not actually running, he's just finished, and handed off to John. If you see me
looking like this, well, I'm running..
Dave, watching John run up hill #4.
Long leg, 3 nasty hills. John finally learned to appreciate down hills!
John can't wait to get rid of the baton.
Somebody, take it please!
Jason, not sure why he needs the vest. Put enough Red Bull in him and sparks fly!
Dusk, Friday night, Jason preparing to hand off to Nathan.
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