The start!
Here's Prefonduane about halfway through the 13 mile race--the three guys in the pic stayed together for pretty much the whole race. They would later be referred to as "The Lost Boys" (okay, just by me, but that is still notable).
4.5 miles to go--he was rockin'!!
Okay, so this pic is important for a couple of reasons. First, his fans were out in full force --Jim, his boss, who as you can see came straight from the airport (but not before picking up the infamous Magic and Mugsy), and my friend Tracy. Second, right after he came down the hill, all three of the guys (from the last picture) were accidentally directed past the 1/2 marathon turn and were sent on the marathon route. Yeah, I think the volunteers must have gone for a coffee or something. Or someone was really trying to stop Prefonduane. And it kinda worked, because he didn't come in until he had ran about 16--17 miles! A cop had to chase them down and help them find the right way. It was pretty sucky, but Prefonduane has already regrouped and has a new goal and a new race to work towards. And he also has a race story! By the way, Duane doesn't refer to himself as Prefonduane all the time; I just think its funny. :)
Post-race (I'm very proud of him)
