Shamrock Run

The lines for the bathrooms are long, but they give me my focus for the day: pictures of socks and tutus.


I'm not really sure how running in tutus became a thing, but there were a lot of tutus out there.  And also a few boxer shorts and other skirt-like objects.


Fun socks make more sense to me.  There were a lot of them on display too.

Matt before stripping down.
 

Matt after stripping down.
 

And they are off.
 

This year, I immediately hiked over to the finish line because I knew Matt would finish quickly.  On the way, I encountered these incredibly cute gnomes, who agreed to have their picture taken.
 

The lack of protection for the cable on the grass amused me.
 

I was so early to the finish line, they hadn't yet blocked it off.  It was still a crossing point.
 

I enjoyed watching the race officials.
 

 

 

This guy in the green hat struck me as a particularly cute Leprechaun.
 

We were right next to Mill Ends Park, the worlds smallest park.
 

Waiting for the first finishers.
 

Don't they look like a bunch of runners?
 

I was much closer to the actual finish line this year, and I learned two things.  People crossing the finish line will mostly do one of two things after they are officially over the line: spit, or stop their watches.  Also, if you are very near the finish line, you might get to see someone finish and then lean over and puke five times, as I did.  I've made a mental note for next time as to how close I really want to be to the finish line.
 

Matt finishes.  He did well.  His per/mile time was 7:45 and that was with two times having to wait for the trains.

This picture is recreated.  This is because I was distracted by other finishers doing a set of burpees right in front of me.  Matt saw me as he was passing me and I made him go back so I could get the shot.