What started out hard-core for Team Cesar Salad with Chicken turned into a leisurely tour of Hartford (with which we now have a hate-hate relationship), complete with blazing hot sunshine, running along the barrier of a major highway, climbing up a rock embankment and scrambling down the muddy other side, wading through thigh-high brush, encountering all manner of weird drunk men in the woods, deciding that running really wasn't necessary in this "race," and jumping fences that led to nowhere.
Here, we stop by a flower bed and think, "Other teams are using their precious seconds to run as fast as they can in this heat. How silly they are. Let's take a picture."
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