The title of this post is, perhaps, the best ever caption someone else has written for me. (Wym wrote it. She also took most of these photos.)
Here is a photo of me and Hubs, who did, in fact, celebrate our anniversary by running in the dark:
It was a nighttime race, in a huge park, so all participants had to wear headlamps.
When I say park, I mean it. The trail we “ran” on was a foot-wide swath carved out of four-foot tall monte and sawgrass. A raccoon literally got in my face as we were walking to the starting line. This wasn’t a merry-go-round-and-swings kind of park. This was a bring-a-compass park.
Reportedly, the lights on our heads were supposed to keep our visibility at a working level, but all they really did was create a deer-in-the-headlamp effect.
A lot of people crossed the finish line with blood on them.
Not the gals from Mexas, though.
(That’s an “MX,” in case you were wondering.)