Old men and cold concrete are not friends. No, I'm not talking about the legs in this picture. I'm talking about *me* lying flat on my face trying to shoot upward -- all the time hoping the oncoming runners will notice me and not stomp on my head. This angle makes for some interesting shots, but really takes its toll on elbows, neck, and back. At least it gets a lot of laughs from the spectators (when I try to get up.)

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