I am pleased to announce that I just finished the 8 mile Dallas Turkey Trot in 1 hour 10 minutes and 2 seconds. And now my body hurts. Badly. Two observations: (1) There's nothing fun about being passed by guys or girls wearing T-shirts with motivational sayings on the back (i.e. "Pain is weakness leaving your body" - sheesh, tell that to my left thigh that is on fire) and (2) I never wanted a camera more than when I was passed at the five mile mark by a guy wearing nothing but a speedo (a tight speedo) who had glued or pinned actual bird feathers to his butt to resemble a turkey's backside and who was carrying a full sized American flag. Now that made me laugh.