Last night our marathon training team, the Blue Bandits, had our pre-race pasta party. I confided in one of the coaches, “I don’t feel like a member of the real runners club.” I added, “then again, I’m not sure what the qualifications are for membership.” For starters, there are what I refer to as bones. You know the bones, they look like graceful, gazelle-like skeletons and are most commonly found at the front of races.

Submitted for your consideration, a bones specimen this summer’s Cul-de-Sac 5K: