Every time I am fortunate enough to watch a world class 50km race walk I consider myself lucky. The longest footrace in the Olympics never disappoints. This year, as I was photographing the race, I had numerous people that were not familiar with the race walk. They couldn't believe the drama that unfolded. Typically, 50km walkers bide their time knocking of the kilometers waiting to pounce. When an athlete makes their move varies, but often the real race doesn't unfold to as late as 40km. This year's race was no exception.
With the ever changing forecast, the walkers got lucky. At one point, rain was predicted. On any given day, winds kick up fiercely. However, today it was humid the temps were in the low to mid 70's when the race started.
Given the lack of drug-enhanced athletes in the race, I expected a sizeable pack to lead the way, but I was wrong.