This is my 4th year to run this race.
Why do you ask that?
If you have missed my previous years’ reports, take a quick look:
This year, we were back to the original course from the first 6 years so I had a chance to maybe MAYBE get a course PR out of this. At least that was my thought on Monday before going back to the dr on Wednesday with bronchitis. After driving in the monsoon on Friday night, I pretty much scrapped the idea of any kind of goal other than survive the mudslides, bug attacks, and asylum clients with banjos. **disclaimer: I’ve never actually SEEN a banjo wielding asylum client, but it could happen in GA**
When the starting line director (my favorite RD, Becky) gave the instructions, it wasn’t raining and I wasn’t in severe agony so I anticipated a great race!
But it didn’t take long for some of the flashbacks to arise. Why do I forget how HARD this race is??
So, anyway. Enjoy the pictorial report. It’s every bit as hard but every bit as fun as I remember. The aid stations were stocked and full of great people who encouraged us all. I was even able to have an amicable conversation with an Auburn fan. That, my friends, is only by the power of Twisted Ankle. That doesn’t happen on a random Saturday. One or both of us were high on whatever is growing up there in Becky’s Bluff.
lf you would rather skip my stream of conscious and get the results, just scroll on down, Scrooge.
Meet Becky. She’s awesome, as you can tell.
This is the last pic because I decided to run fast the last 2 miles.
I crossed the line 37 minutes faster than last year and 22 minutes faster than my previous course PR. I was a
little outrageously excited!
Thanks for reading!