Well, this past Thursday was the Race Judicata, a 5K run put on as a fundraiser for Chicago Volunteer Legal Services which is an organization that provides legal services for the indigent. My law firm entered a team and I had all of the runners wear kilts and t-shirts that said, "Kilted Justice" Here are some pics.
My father and I before the race:
Here are my parents on the way to the race. My father does not approve of the kilt, and I was surprised he wore one out in public. He was a good sport about it:
Here we are, warming up by standing around talking to each other (except my father who is an actual runner):
The one on the left is a fireman who just got back from Scotland and has a kilt of his own, but he borrowed my thrifty USMC to run in. It turns out his kilt is a Gold Brothers 13 oz., pretty much the same kilt I ran in (FC 13oz.) but I didn't have the heart to burst his bubble:
Here is the whole Felker & Reganti Kilted Justice team (minus my girlfriend who was taking the picture):
A triumphant team after the race, which ended up being a 6K due to a mistake in measuring the course:
Although we looked triumphant, few of us were serious runners, so all the fresh air and exercise made us feel like dying:
Our shirt didn't win the t-shirt competition, but it was pretty popular, as were the kilts. I ended up giving out all the extra shirts I made, and, of course, numerous business cards:
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