Annual autumn festivities unearthed the embers of enduring
rivalries that had most recently taken the form of the Oktoberfest Road
Race. The prior contest had seen one
head held high in euphoric triumph, while others exhibited the tightly set jaws
and narrowed eyes of the determined defeated.
The battleground was revisited by returning veteran combatants set on
proving themselves through blood, sweat and tears…okay, mainly just lots of
sweat! The tales of heroism and conquest
drew in new volunteers, eager to take part in the 5000 meter struggle and slice
off a piece of victory pie. This day
would be remembered forever by the inhabitants of Mt. Angel as the day the
Fenn Clan overwhelmed the road race participants by force of numbers and
the indomitable spirit which binds us together and spurs us on to greatness.
This season’s contest would prove to be a Vegas bookie’s
nightmare as the favorites fell short of pre-race hype. No amount of facial hair or spandex garments would
avail this year, as Gabe’s warrior spirit shined through, burning pavement on
the home stretch to leave Paddy in his wake.
Greg and Tony were front row witnesses and saw the whole thing from just
a wee bit further back… Before we could even finish catching our breath, Mighty
Mo was making short work of the women’s division with Therese just seconds
behind her. Naturally, the rest of us stood by the finish line to declare our
support with roaring cheers loud enough to drown out the timekeepers!
The post-race water squirting race:
And the post-race brother-mounting and nope, not gang-signs flashing but race completion documentation sign flashing:
Heck of a group effort.
Let’s see how we can top this one…
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