I'd bitch about the mono-chromaticity (is that a word?) but by about 9:30 it will be covered in mud and it will no longer mater what color it is.
I was goofing off and trying to figure out what my victory pose was going to be when I'm under the finish line banner.
This is not it.
Post race and hose-off (Hello Fire Fighters!) I'll be noshing on Hardee's and having a well earned beer while sporting these awesome pants, inspired by juicy couture...well, sort of.