I went through 5 stages of grieving at the Bluff: Denial – no I didn’t sign up for race, I was drafted. Anger- what kind of maniac designed this course? Bargaining- hang in there, I can quit at the next aid station. Depression- I’ve got how many more miles to go?? Acceptance- I suck!
Anyway, this will be a thank you letter (with some apologies) and not a blow-by-blow account. [Read more...]






