I've done the race the last two years but this year opted to be the backpack carrier, dog watcher, picture taker. Besides, showing up in a crowded place with a pug guarantees you'll get just about as many cheers and comments as runners do. Including the one that people never think gets old: "Is that him breathing? Ohhh! I can hear him from here!" I guess I forget I live with a diesel engine sometimes.
Here's Micah, having just crossed Fairview, with a girl in blue in sight. He did end up passing her.