It was the day new runners and old runners alike got to meet their teems and team leaders. Group signs were-a-plenty.If one defines fast at 6 minute miles, then this group is running 12 minute miles, right?
Odds are, the Half Fast will leave this group behind. (Like the name!!)
I see a trend here. Three teams of realists. No pressure--just run.
Umm--the one holding the sign is 3/4 crazy.
Here's the team to be on--what an angelic bunch.
There is a story behiond this name, I bet.
Rock Star gets my vote for best sign. Make that funniest sign.
I want this sign as a t-shirt!
But Kenyans trump Ethiopians, right?
ARRRR! Gimme ye booty. (As in medals.)
This gets the award for smallest sign. It was affized to the top of the run leaders head for the duration of the run.
Brian needs to wake up. Give that man some coffee.
And Dominatrix trumps Kenyans. I think.
Only Michael can pull off wearing da fire pants.
And there off!! Let the training begin!
Pat, aka PP, aka Princess was on fire. Outran his coach, and ran all the uphills.
Water stop #1. Twas a bit of a line.
Running through downtown Tulsa is always a treat. There's hills in there between them buildings.
Some went straight, some went right.
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