On Friday night, at 9 p.m., 451 running buddies and I strapped on headlamps and headed into the deepest, darkest woods of McAllister Park. It was dark and the trails were technical, as is always the case at Los Chupacabras de la Noche 10k trail run.
We kept a nice, easy pace and I DID NOT FALL! However, while passing someone around mile 5, I either sustained a chupacabra bite or smashed my right foot into a big rock, then jammed my first Metatarsal-phalangeal Joint trying to keep my balance.
That is not a one-armed crazy chicken pose - I was just bumping my buddy, Adrian, for another great stumble, er, run at Los Chupacabras.
Thanks to Bill Gardner and Hill Country Rambling for blinding me on the trails with the flashes while taking these pics