Field notes from the 2017 Buffalo/Tiny Mouse Race

I will learn.

It is Saturday evening after the race and with crazy hair and bloodshot eyes and greasy sunscreened skin like a maniac I’m checking in to the cheapest motel I can find in all of Salt Lake City.

One of these days I’ll stop doing this to myself.

After sweating through 100 miles of hot and dusty trail and then sleeping dirty in my tent I’ll finally be able to give my poor tired and grimy body the nice long hot bath it so richly deserves.

I will stop running.

On the road to another race

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