Three of us from my office signed up to race the Warrior Dash down in Florence, AZ.
How to get to Florence:
1. Leave Phoenix.
2. Drive until the radio stations are ALL in Spanish.
3. When you see a prison, you've arrived!
This report was going to rock because of the pictures. I messed that up. I put my camera in a ziploc back to keep out mud. The pictures look like they were taken from within a plastic bag. Go figure!
Here's a shot of me with my grey, yet glorious, beard. Can you believe I'm only 24 years old!
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| That's my 1000-yard stare |
Under the direction of Rose (
bloger) (
nudist) (
baby eater) I put my camera in a baggie and ran with it. To my surprise, the pictures came out looking like I put my camera in a baggie and ran with it. Damn you, Universe; you win again.
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| This is how John Travolta sees the Warrior Dash |
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| Here is the Start. There was fire. |
Seriously, click to embiggen this photo. It will blow you damn mind:
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| In France they call this photo"Le Money Shot" |
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| Don't get distracted by mud honeys!! |
Check out the prison shower. Actually, I'll bet this is a lot like Burning Man. Are there any big homos reading that can comment on the similarity?
Celebratory beer and (unpictured) turkey leg and (unpictured) other beers:
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| Warriors need to rehydrate! |
Just like any American holiday, it was just an excuse to dress slutty and show off my tattoos:
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| In some (2) ways it was a great day. |
This is me after I got home and shaved the beard. My marriage can continue uninterrupted now.
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| Newest member of the Royal Order of Buffaloes |
