Exhausted competitors and crew sit on and around the track while the awards take place. Cyra-Lea is there on the left, and my brother Dean is in the blue jacket standing forward in the tent.
Once I stopped, the blisters on my feet prevented me from going much of anywhere. I called for my chair, and plopped my butt down in it at the soonest opportunity. I was unable to stand up and walk the eight feet to pick up my trophy, so Cyra-Lea retrieved it for me. Thus, I have no picture of me reaping my reward.