Once I crested the escarpment and claimed my spot to film along the trail, all I had left to do was wait for the runners. As the sun glared off Lake Tahoe and illuminated the clouds, the starting gun went off, and the race officially started.
My camera storage began to fill up as the crowd created fake cheers about runners coming, but soon enough, the roar echoed so loud that I knew this was it. As I pressed record and checked my mics and exposure, David Roche came blazing through in first place. The crowd was deafening, and a line as long as a football field and as wide as half a sidewalk screamed. As soon as I caught him running through the front of the crowd, I sprinted toward the back and was just able to get him leaving; he was just too fast for me to get more.