Notes
This may be one of the most fucking ridiculous 5Ks I've ever run.
2000 maniacal fatties weaving and cramming the start line while furiously texting and talking on their phones.
Everyone dressed for an exodus across the Arctic tundra. (It was 45 degrees.)
Camelbaks. I swear to god.
An inexplicably idiotic course of constant switchbacks, gravel roads, and slippery bridges.
Mr. Man Fat Ass losing his balance around mile 2 and cartwheeling right into me in a fruitless attempt to pass me, Asshole.
An actual race category for strollers.
5th masters, won age group, Fleet Feet GC. All things considered, not too overwrought by my hideous time.
Plus, endless free Blackstone beer at finish. So, in conclusion, I give this race a big A+!!