What a day! Temperatures dipped into the negative numbers. The several layers of running clothes that normally keep me warm did nothing to warm the body. But then again, I was the photographer on this day, not the runner. In many ways, the runners had an easier task than my job as a photographer. As a runner, you go until you reach the finish line. As a photographer, the task is somewhat more difficult.
A traditional portrait session would generally occur in a controlled setting. Posing would be staged to take advantage of great natural light. The shutter on the camera would not be pressed until the expression was just right. The clothing would be carefully arranged. In a running event, none of these rules would apply. And yet some nontraditional portraits did materialize.
As the hours passed, the runners continued to converge on the aid station from different directions. The miles run that day would range from 10 miles to 31 miles. Some runners passed by with determined looks on their faces.
Other runners displayed the excitement and smiles of a child on Christmas morning.
But in the end, the runners would say that it was just a great day spent with friends.