I got into my assigned area and joined the crowd. This time a couple of people noticing my bare feet started sharing their minimalist shoe experiences with me. One gentleman told me how much the change in form has helped him improve his running, but he says he's too scared to try barefoot. No sweat. It's not like it's required. He and his wife were doing the race, but he rode his bike from Coeur d'Alene while she drove. He has a bet he can finish the run and get home on his bike before she does in the car. The way he took off at the start, I'd say the safe money is on him.
Nearby in my area was a group from Team Blaze, tributes their recently deceased coach, Scott Roy, written on their legs.
Overall, the run went well. The hamstring kept me from opening it up on the downhills but other than that it didn't bother me much. Not too many comments from people this time around. At mile 4 a young man pulled up next to me, held his hand out flat and says, "Hey, all right."
I gave him five and he took off. He was barefoot.
Cool. I am not alone.
At the top of Doomsday Hill a young man catches up to me and says, "Sir, you are an animal."
What a polite person, treating his elders like that.
Just after mile 6 another young man slaps me on the back. "You're an animal!" Well, I guess the verdict is in.
Probably along the lines of an Alpine Marmot or something.