There was an article in the November issue of our running clubs monthly
publication, The Pacesetter. It was pretty funny.
It opens with this line., "First of all, it's not a run; it's three bad
hikes in a row."
Some other gems:
"I ran probably half of it. To be more precise, I jogged half of it, walked
a quarter, crawled hand-to-foot about an eighth and bumped off trees like a
pinball going downhill all the rest. All in all it was a blast!"
"The next 4.6 miles aren't so bad (in the same way that pounding your foot
with a hammer isn't so bad if you've already been hitting your head with a
brick), except the terrain is unrelenting huge boulders and roots for the
entire course, Really no place for a human foot."
"So around the 8-9 mile mark it gets interesting with a 1,000 foot straight
up vertical ascent in a mile. Here is where I told God that I'd be a changed
person if he'd just whoosh down and deliver me from this mountain. I
promised to donate all my old runnng shoes and quit rounding the mileage i
my running log, but I think he was looking for a bigger commitment because
the thunderstorms kicked in the top of the mountain. I'm in the market for a
new deity so if anyone knows of a less vengeful god, I'm ready to talk. The
uphill was grueling but the downhill was just hilarious. Bounce from tree
to tree, lose the trail, bounce from tree to tree, roll over boulder."
"That someone could look at that terrain and think "we should have a
footrace here" and get 200 people to actually do it year after year for 30
years and get others like the Nabozny boys to hauls in water and Gatorade
(there are 6 or 7 aid stations, unvbelievable!) is just an undying
testament to the perverse imagination of humankind".