Second day of the Wild West Relay (Fort Collins-Steamboat Spgs, CO) last August. Why is this guy smiling? Despite two hours of sleep and 14 miles of running (almost all of it uphill) in the last 24 hours, and the prospect of another uphill 5.5 miles to finish it off, there is BACON available. Coffee (I know, I KNOW, it was the only caffeinated beverage available, and it’s not like I would otherwise voluntarily give them my $) was also absolutely necessary. Which is good, because that’s all there was. Except for the sweat- and Gatorade-soaked Clif bar in the bottom of my duffelbag, buried under three strata of stinky but hi-tech clothes, which nauseated me and my teammates by its mere presence.
Don’t look up. Whatever you do, don’t look up.
No bikes were harmed in the running of this race.
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Well, How’d you do? And running pisses?
I wonder if that dude is wearing a thong…
-M
Our team finished about mid-pack…we didn’t really plan to kick everyone’s ass so it wasn’t too big of a surprise. We had a rather, uh, broad range of abilities among the team members. Fun race though–an element of silliness is inherent in this kind of endeavor. We might try to field a competitive team next year.
The less said, thought, or implied about that dude’s underwear, the better. We did not ask, nor did we desire to know.