Running the Bridge

I hate running.

I do it once a week. Hate every second of it. I follow a blog where a guy runs 50K races. He's mad.

When my wife decided to do the bridge run this year, I passed. Maybe next year I'll change my mind. Just looks too damn cool to pass up again.

When I say I'll do it, I mean walk.

Heather and Douglas (her walk buddy) woke up at 4:00 am to get to the race.

Heather in line for the Porta Potty. The stench was unbearable.

40,000 people in this race. By the time Heather got to the starting line, the Kenyans had already finished the race.

Charleston's famous cable-stay bridge.

Downtown Chucktown.