During the hottest day of the year (103°) we ran, jogged, walked, caught trains, missed trains, carried watermelons, ate watermelons, ate bugs, played operation, dabbled in archery, cried foul, plotted, schemed and ran some more. Many of us carried looks of anguish. Many still carry bruises. Everyone (inexplicably) would do it again.
I only took a few pix and they aren't in the least bit indicative of the real thing. Turns out, when you're praying to die, photography isn't the first thing that comes to mind.
This is our team. We came in third.
This is the orange team. They are now clear on the difference (and distance) between the Huntsman Center and Rice Eccles Stadium.
This team cheated... and still came in fifth.
This guy put me on the five o' clock news. Not good.
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