So I got the registration notice for a local Mary / 1/2 Mary event recently - late September and a good time to focus on running as my own tri season ends -
then I saw the price - $95 for a 1/2 marathon!? I couldn't pull the trigger as it just felt like a waste of money. I don't have space for another tech shirt covered
in logos from the bank & grocery store, I could care less about the medal and schwag bag, I'm not going to win and it's just not that motivating.
How much more fun would it be to find 5-10 buddies, pick out a good loop, make a side bet or two on who buys lunch, Handicap it to your hearts content,
stash a few water bottles on the trail and have at it.
So here is my challenge to ST - gather some buddies, figure out a race among yourselves and post a Race Report back here. I predict fun, treachery,
and a race you'll be telling stories about for a year vs another grim slog on a course with a bunch of strangers. Post pictures!
.
" I take my gear out of my car and put my bike together. Tourists and locals are watching from sidewalk cafes. Non-racers. The emptiness of of their lives shocks me. "
(opening lines from Tim Krabbe's The Rider , 1978
then I saw the price - $95 for a 1/2 marathon!? I couldn't pull the trigger as it just felt like a waste of money. I don't have space for another tech shirt covered
in logos from the bank & grocery store, I could care less about the medal and schwag bag, I'm not going to win and it's just not that motivating.
How much more fun would it be to find 5-10 buddies, pick out a good loop, make a side bet or two on who buys lunch, Handicap it to your hearts content,
stash a few water bottles on the trail and have at it.
So here is my challenge to ST - gather some buddies, figure out a race among yourselves and post a Race Report back here. I predict fun, treachery,
and a race you'll be telling stories about for a year vs another grim slog on a course with a bunch of strangers. Post pictures!
.
" I take my gear out of my car and put my bike together. Tourists and locals are watching from sidewalk cafes. Non-racers. The emptiness of of their lives shocks me. "
(opening lines from Tim Krabbe's The Rider , 1978