This year I decided to shoot the race with The Bug in tow. I originally wanted her to see the ladies race for a dose of inspiration. But alas, after an extra late night kicking it at the playground (#dadlife) the evening before plus the distinct possibility of excess chocolate consumption meant we had to sleep our hard night off—no alarms necessary. We finally made it to the mens race just as they sang the National Anthem and sent the field off for a 100 or so laps of Clarendon Cup pain.
Note: I originally planned to caption all of these, but you wouldn’t have seen the post for another week. So, photo essay it is. Wait, did I just use originally 2x in consecutive paragraphs?!