Waiting for the race to start with the sun on my back and my son on my back.
I traded good pole position for a spot in the shade.
The universal signal for, "I'm going to break my ankle two hundred meters from this spot!"
...and limp the remaining 5 miles.
Another race finished thanks to duct tape.
Watching my ankle continue to swell in spite of the cold water. Where's shrinkage when you need it?
No race is completed without great support.
(Seriously, Michelle is holding me up)