170 degrees before race. Mo snuggled with her cowboy hat. Mo is weird.
Mo bought a lucky horseshoe (only three bucks!) on the way to the race. To augment new Trail Monkey, just in case.
Justin took advantage of the horseshoe’s powers.
Yes, we’re all dorks. Like that’s a bad thing.
This photo was accidental. And unusual in that I am not falling.
Mo found what may or may not have been a monkey skull on the trail along the Jurassic Park fence. Heat stroke is a bad thing.
Moon wasn’t that super earlier, but increased in superhood later on.
Finish line. Pretty damn super.
Sitting is never so pleasant as after a race.
And here’s what Mr. Garmin had to say. Never doubt Brad Quinn’s course-measuring skills. Garmin measured 6.27. Pretty impressive.