First, I was rather homeless for the week.
In this scene, I am portrayed by Brad Pitt, which is an obvious choice of course.
After that week and a little mountain biking, I headed up to Leadville
2 hours later, The Baja and I squeaked into Leadville for registration with all the other runners.
After registration and some huevos rancheros, son of Ken Chlouber gave a speech that was quite honestly of this caliber:
Not a dry eye in the building.
Later that afternoon, my mom(from Michigan) and girlfriend came to town unexpectedly to support me. We went out for festivities.
about 3 hours later, the race started:
2 hours later: Cocina Real's revenge I am portrayed by fellow Michigander Jeff Daniels.
40 Miles later I dance my way up hope pass, then had an interesting trip down, as Mr. Andy Samberg has reinacted here:
I came down to Winfield, curled up in a ball, cried a minute or 12, then reversed course.
I hauled mega ass into the twin lakes aid station, then my leg died. The Sun went down, and it got really cold:
yadda yadda yadda, lots of character building and being stripped of any remaining pride, yadda yadda yadda, limping 30 miles alone in the Colorado wilderness....
I'll get around to a real race report soon...probably.