St. George Marathon 2007: Photos Galore...

and some video too...

I must be the world's most delinquent blogger. I realize the marathon was weeks ago, but here's my recap none the less. I should mention that none of these photos are my own, nor the videos. I did some online poaching, so thanks to all my contributors.

St. George was my second marathon, the one I hoped would make up for my dismal experience last year at Deseret News.


The route and elevation change



Buses brought us to the starting line where it was cold and dark.


These chips attached to our shoes tracked our race time. It took me about 2 minutes to reach the starting line.


Flags flying at the start


These fire pits would keep us warm early the next morning.


A barefoot runner warms his feet pre-race.


Wheeled racers started off early


I ran a conservative first half and felt great












Thousands of runners


I was thankful to only have to take one pee break. This isn't me.


One of the uphill portions


A bit tired, but still feeling good midway.












This para glider viewed the race from above



I guess I was feeling a bit gangster late in the race













Checking in with Mr. Bare Feet. Where was my police escort?


Runners can be messy. Passing through an aid station.


Taylor, who works with me in Events, shot this piece of video at about 3 miles out.



Now I don't want you to get the impression that I was obsessed with beating Kristin, my co-worker, friend, and running partner. Let's just say she'd never beaten me in a race up to this point, and I was simply curious how far ahead she was.

**side note: I ended up passing her with less than a mile to go**


I ran the second half of the marathon faster than the first, and the last 3 miles I was going full out. It's starting to show on my face.












This is how I felt my first marathon, although I managed to cross the finish line of my own volition.


A welcome sight


Kristin's husband, Doug, shot this as I was running in the final 100 yards to the finish line.



Yes, that glance back was to see if Kristin had gone bionic and was about to pass me at the last second. She didn't, but she did qualify for Boston, something I can only dream about.

Post race, the bare foot dude looks no worse for the wear. A shower might be in order though.

Clothing discarded along the way is picked up and dumped here. Most is left behind and donated to charity.


This made a nice addition to my race wall


My official time was 3:34:34


This year's medal