


Untill about two weeks ago I had completely forgotten about this "foot race" I had signed up for with a budy.
Then I got a call, "Hey, wanna go check out the course with me?"
Oh yeah...that thing I signed up for at that place I crash on my mountain bike all the time.
The day before the race I was super cranky. Why the fuck did I sign up for running!? I ride bikes, I don't run, running is sooo stupid, I kept thinking and saying out loud as my girlfriend can contest. I was bitchy and unhappy with the little perpetration I had had. I knew the course, I ride it all the time, and I knew how hard this was going to be.
Time to sign in. As my buddy and I were standing in line talking with other people, some of whom were legit runners, others looking for a short race close to home. NOBODY had seemed to have been out to the course...EVER. They had no idea how hilly and rocky and just plan crazy this place was. Some of the switch backs go straight up, or straight down, loaded with roots and loose rocks.
As I explained the course to at least 5 different people I saw the rainbow of emotions. Joy, excitement, dread, and even a little fear. As I explained it, "it would be as if we ran through the parking lot, having to run up and down ever hood of ever car while softball sized rocks were tossed under your feet".
After being shuttled to the course on an old school bus, I began to run, I was amazed that I was ahead of most of the heat. We ran about 2/3 a mile down a road until with hit the single track, and I knew once I hit the dirt I'd be way better off than running on the pavement. Once in the woods my buddy took off and I was left to witness all the blood splattered decorations the race organizers had lined the course with. I thought I was doing OK until I hit a fork in the road. Rather than going right like I was suppose to. I kept going straight, until I realized there were no markers. SHIT. Turning around and running like hell to get back to the fork, I another racer. I made it back to the right spot, having burring too much energy to get back I took it easy most of the way back.
Turns out, I got second in my division! Crap, I thought, I was just happy to be out there. On the drive home it hits me, I would have won if I had not headed down the wrong way. The fellow race I had found ended up winning. O-well.
I had a blast, met some really rad and fast people. Tons of great food after. Not your usually health nut stuff either. I'm talking BBQ meatballs, hot dogs, and some really good guacamole!!
GOOD TIMES, I'll be back next year.