J is for "Just follow the f'n course, jackass (even it you don't know where it is)".
Well, J is finally done cryin'. No point, and it dehydrates you anyways. The good thing about losing the lead and not even seeing anyone pass you is that you never get that sinking feeling as someone pulls away from you. See, there's a silver lining to every cloud.... Enough about the detour, though. The Cascade Crest is a wonderful race, on a wonderful course, with a great race director and awesome volunteers (ravi's at mile 81 rocked, James!).
The Tour (du Mont Blanc, that is) is going on this weekend. Esteemed BUC members N and M will toeing the starting line. Get ready for some wild running in one of the coolest ranges, and even wilder course cutting by those spandex-wearing, pole-toting Euros. Allez!
Drugs and Running
10 years ago
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Sorry you had to be the sacrificial goat for that poorly marked junction. If you're into martyrdom, at least the later runners didn't have to make the same mistake. I hope my yellow hair brightened you up!
Always glad to help out. ;-) Funny, I hardly even noticed the hair.
Yah - that's cuz I remembered after I posted this that I hadn't gotten into my 80's mojo at that point. You probably didn't notice J's cool acid washed jeans either? Hard to rock the 80's at that time of the night.
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