Run With Lumber. It came, they ran, they drank, we scooped, we counted, it's done.
The weather cooperated for the most part, and there were no serious injuries, so I'm calling it good.
This year, Lumber looked a bit different from class to class. He seemed to shrink a few inches, but then would come out later and be taller again. Oh, the mystery!
Well, not that much of a mystery. Wolfgang and Chaco were tag-team Lumber this year. Wolfgang wanted to do it last year, but I told him he was too short. So, he set to work on growing, and managed to fit the suit this year. That's him in the first pic up there.
Chaco, the veteran Lumber, is there on the right, with the taller kids. They both enjoyed being King of the Day. Sheesh, each time I would bring old Lumber out for the start of a run, it was like a freaking Justin Beiber concert.
Meego made a good showing too, setting a new PR of 19 laps. I ran with him, and he figured out how to pace himself.
So.... 60 liters of root beer, 10+ gallons of ice cream, a bunch of little flashy light things, and a slight sunburn later, I'm ready for some sloth time now.