Conditions
couldn't have been more awful or great, depending on how you want to look
at the race. The Taconic Road Runners
as usual, created a course that deliberately slices through the deepest
swamps and thorniest thickets. In areas, there is barely a trail, with
only pink ribbons to guide us along. This year, to make the race all the
more delicious for the hardened masochist, weather conditions were absolutely
horrid. Temps were barely 40 degrees, as the rain turned to sleet, and
the back to rain, as it came down with greater ferocity. The mud was deep
and crunchy with ice. As we stomped through the swamp cabbage, the muck
tried with all it's might to suck off our shoes. Even those that put duct
tape on their shoes lost out. The river crossing near the end was the
icing on the cake, with depths up to our chests.
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