At the registration desk the afternoon before the race, with my twin brother, Russ (not really, I don't have a twin). Many times in our stay here, people have mixed us up. They'll stop one of us and start talking about something we have no clue what they are talking about. They talked to the other "twin". This week topped it off when someone sitting across the table from us at lunch made the comment that we could be brothers. Though we don't think we look that much alike, I think it is because we both wear the same clothes, like twins, work in the same office, and have the same hairstyle (yes, it's a style, not bald, we choose to cut it this way). 
The start of the race, even had a three helicopter fly over right at the start. I think some of the guys out front tried to keep up with them.
That's me, #146, at the start of the race. The base photographer was pretty brave, she laid down in the middle of the road and took pictures of the group at the start. I think she might of gotten stepped on once or twice, all you can see in one of her pictures is a leg in front of the camera lens. Some very good pictures though.
Me and my twin a little over half way done.
Same picture, just a close up of me.
At the finish line, so I did finish, just behind my older twin brother.
And, the recovery begins. "Where is the oxygen?" Or, "Someone call a medic!"Feel free to make up your own caption.
I did beat Bleck! (the dog)
I did beat Bleck! (the dog) 
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