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Day 213


Day 213

Grahak finishes!

July 30th, 2012



It's Day 44 of the Self-Transcendence 3100 Mile Race, and Grahak Cunningham has just become this year's first finisher, averaging more than 71 miles (well over two and a half marathons) per day — a feat I can't even begin to comprehend.

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The flag of Australia

July 30th, 2012



Hung in Grahak's honor

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Perfection Journey

July 30th, 2012



Utpal (kneeling) has been out at the course every day, thoroughly documenting the race on his blog. He's produced an amazing photographic record of the event.

Atmavir, of course, has also been at the racecourse every day, keeping the ball bouncing as he draws ever closer to 3100 miles.

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Keepin’ it clean

July 30th, 2012



Welcome to the luxurious bathroom facilities at the Self-Transcendence 3100 Mile Race. Inside these walls, some of the runners deploy generous amounts of corn starch to help ward off chafing (it absorbs moisture, reducing friction in areas where rubbing occurs). The application process can be pretty messy; to keep some semblance of tidiness, one of the four port-o-potties is a designated no-starch zone. (Another one is ladies-only; there are no women in the race this year, but there are plenty of female volunteers on site.)

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Sticky feet

July 30th, 2012



Adhesive discs: one of the climbing strategies employed by vines

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of an unsold potato on a breezy day.

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A floral smorgasbord

July 30th, 2012



Would you say I have a plethora of flowers?

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Duck pen

July 30th, 2012



They may not fit the classic American stereotype, but we have our fair share of rednecks-at-heart here in NYC.

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Runaway models

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The greatest barbershop name ever conceived.

Among other Chinmoy-inspired businesses in this little baby blue strip are Smile of the Beyond (a luncheonette) and Divine Robe Supreme (a sari shop).

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Arpan’s cat

July 30th, 2012



Say hello to Raga. Arpan told me to keep an eye out for him as I passed by his house; I didn't see him at first, but then he started talking. And talking and talking.