FBF: Mud, sweat and tears

As November winds sweep across the states, many cross-country runners are preparing for the final race of the season. Here to bring you back to 1985 are pictures from my freshman year in high school, where, as a scrawny 13-year old, I ran for the varsity squad at a large northern California school. Boom.

The four of us - P.S., D.J., F.W., S.M. 

Friggin' wood chips.....

Post-season party! 

A few more CC items from the memory box.
(I also attended a second high school, hence the second letter set).
I have no idea why I saved the BenGay and the Tiger Balm.