Jordan sent me quite a few, so I’ll be posting them over the next few days…

This is the starting area. Unless you’re up by the faster runners it can take a few minutes before you see the actual starting line itself. That’s what happens when you try to shove 50,000 people into downtown. See all the clothes up in that tree? That’s a tradition here. People toss jackets/ sweatshirts/extra shirts in the trees before the race and they’re collected for  local charities afterwards.  Hey there Mr.7520, you stay classy, ya hear?

This is The Buzzard. He stands at the top of Doomsday Hill every year waiting to pick off the ones who didn’t make it. The hill itself is about a 150 foot altitude gain, but it’s spread over almost 3/4 of a mile. If you try to run it unprepared you will discover it’s steeper and longer than it looks. Or so I hear anyways…
It’s usually fairly warm for the race and I really feel for the person in that costume with the sun beating down on them for hours and hours, but this year was pretty cool and windy.

Bands play all along the route, helping to keep people pepped and moving. This one just happens to be an Army band.