My dad just got around to sending me some photos from the sprint two weekends ago. Why not put them on a blog, then.
The before. Smiling. I didn't smile afterwards for a while.
Out of the start. I look confused because I am. They give you your map, and you have to run 100m or something like that before you get to the official start, the way is flagged so you have time to look at your map while you're running. Naturally, this is a confusing exercise.
After. Tira promising me she'll take care of my sprained ankle for me.