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Here I am at what I thought was the top of Hurricane
Point. Despite someone telling me that, I still had a few
hundred yards uphill. I was a bit ... er.... irked but I
got over it (note the bad pun). |
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This is a shot looking down to my left. The view was
incredible but one wrong step and you get a free helicopter
ride to the hospital or more likely, the morgue. |
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This guy plays the piano every year. You could hear
him from a mile away in both directions. He paid absolutely
no attention to me. I didn't buy his CD, so there. |
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One mile left. Something tells me that the intelligent-looking
gentleman on the left was not in the marathon. Come on,
I was on my 26th mile and could figure out MY camera!! |
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This is me coming into the finishing chute. Yes, I
am in severe pain and look like I crapped my pants and left
my manhood back on the course. |
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A closer shot of my public display of wimpiness. But
at this point, all I cared about was getting this race OVER!!! |
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I let someone else handle the photographing duties
when I got in and they must have thought that a shot of
the crapper and dumpster perfectly captured the moment. |
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Crapper and dumpster shot #2. Just can't have enough
of those pics as mementos. |
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Steve and Sam in their space blankets, looking like
buckets of smashed feces. The blankets were as useful as
they were expensive (free at finish line). |
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Sam, me, and Steve posing at the end. I was too tired
to sit down and afraid I couldn't get back up. |
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I challenge you to pick out the differences in this
pic from the last. I had to make sure the developers didn't
give me doubles. I wore Sam's shirt the next week in the
Wild Wild West Marathon. |
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The next two shots were taken by a different camera
at the same time. The similarities are even more confounding
than the last tow. Only the people in the background moved.
All three of us were too stiff and sore to move a muscle. |
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Take two. When else can you stand around with foil
around you, wearing a clay disc connected by a leather strap,
and have paper safety pinned to you, and not considered
too much of a freak? |
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I had to get a shot of the finish line but I was unaware
that Carrie had taken a few also along with the infamous
crapper/dumpster shots. |
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This is Mr. Bill Burleigh, the founder of the Big Sur
International Marathon. He is a great man and told me that
he was a Marine in the 50s. And yes, like a true Marine,
that's a beer he's holding. |
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Alex, me, and Stephanie. I was so proud to pose for
this pictures with my kids. They, on the other hand, wondered
why Daddy stunk so bad and walked funny. |
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This was two days after the race at a party for the
marathon clinic attendees. The man standing with me is Philo
Short who completed his 100th marathon during this Big Sur
race. |
