Coach Mike and Maddie, our inspiration on the way to Hell, MI. About a million years ago I fed this pug pieces of hot dog under the table at Holly's parents' cabin. Mike and Jen hate me for it, but Maddie loves me. I'm like the uncle that teaches your 8-year-old how to make fart noises with his armpit: for the most part harmless, but a general nuisance nonetheless.
This is me after the "Where's the F'n Bridge?!?" leg. My shirt started out completely white. I accidentally left this shirt, these shorts, these shoes, and these socks in Coach Mike's truck after the race and then went to Korea. He was kind enough to wash everything for me, and to my knowledge has not yet thrown it away. I probably would have tossed it out the window on the way home, but he's a more patient man than I am.
Sarah (Dirty Damsels in Distress) and Brent (Team Toast), Aaron's dirty friends. They're not normally dirty (at least not to my knowledge), but they did get to run this same leg of the race, and both came out equally filthy. Brent actually has a pretty sweet mud sideburn by his left ear, though you can't see it well in this picture. It's like Shaq Fu!
Jen and me coming across the finish line. Special thanks to both Coach Mike (Team Toast) and Coach Aaron (Team Dirty Damsels) for making, I mean LETTING, us do the last legs of the day. What you can't see in this picture is everyone else drinking beers and having fun. What you can see is Cathy (with the sweet headband) with the Dirty Damsel in Distress mascot, the world's largest doll, which had been gagged, hog-tied, and strapped to the grille of Cathy's H3 SUV. It was, um, distrubing at best.
And finally, a photo of the Dirty Damsels and Team Toast, less two members who had to leave early.
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