Sunday was the Wharf to Wharf 6 miler race that happens to run right in front of my house on Portola, all the way through to Capitola. My job was to sit on the corner and count how many men were in front of my client/friend as he raced. He was shooting for a top 100 finish (if you arent the top 100 your time isnt recorded and you dont get a awesome race sweatshirt). My son, Chris' son Jack and myself sat there, coffee in hand, along with many neighbors and cheering spectators waiting to see Chris. We counted 130 men in front of him, shouted the number to him as he whizzed by then tried to pick other clients out of the crowd. This race and I have many years of bad luck. I have never actually raced it - Ive had my number 3 different years with the intent to, but every year I've either gotten the flu, back thrown out, or last year my bouyfriend at the time was just being difficuly and decided to be a jerk race morning - so I watched from the corner last year as well. This year I was more than happy to cheer, my ankle being sore has kept me from running fast for a week as it heals.
I am so proud of Chris! He finished in 36 minutes and some change and I am always amazed at what an incredible athlete he is. His form is perfection, and he just seems to float!
The otjher pics are of the Kenyans who of course won the race, and check out the fast woman! Wow - she was incredible for me to watch! I get chills and goosebumps watching fast runners....it made it even better because my house is at the 3 mile marker and the half way point.....telling my clients "your half way there!!" over and over again was fun!
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One of the pictures, the two men look like they are wearing running skirts!
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