Two weeks ago, a fellow by the name of Bill Michl ran across the Rainy River District (where I live) in one day, to help kick off the local fundraiser to put a CT scanner in our hospital. Distance? 60-some miles -- over 2.5 marathons, from 7:00 in the morning, to 5:30 in the evening. Crikey.

Runners from across the district volunteered to run sections of it with him, including one woman who ran over halfway. I jumped at the chance to run in to Emo with him from about 7.5km out of town. The Fort Frances Times covered the story, and Heather (longtime friend and former co-worker) shot pix of the runners in action, including me -- or so I thought. Here's the pic from the dead-tree edition of the Times that day:

Bill Michl, third from right, got some help from local runners Kimberly Chorney, right, Dan Loney, Vince Sheppard, Gaydonna Baker, and Lincoln Dunn (hidden) as they neared Emo on Friday afternoon. Michl ran the 60 miles from Rainy River to Fort Frances to kick off the “Just Imagine” campaign. —Heather Ogilvie photo

I chuckled when I saw it. Serves me right for not being able to keep up the guy who ran the whole distance. I even endured the ribbing from my pal Kendall when he phoned and asked me who I paid to get my name in the paper. But then he sent me this:

Hey Lincoln!
I found an awesome program that enabled me to unhide you from the running picture in the Times. The program is so powerful that it also revealed your thoughts as you ran beside Bill. I've enclosed the photo for you to peruse. If you like, I can send you the powerful program!!
Kendall

Jerk. :P

For the record, here's some actual documentation of me running -- and holy crap, is Bill a machine. I felt like a supreme lightweight joining him, for such a small distance comparatively, and it almost killing me as much as it did.