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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“You ran to the start?”

“Yeah.”

“And that’s all you brought for a drop bag?”

I stared at the little insulated lunchbox my parents got me for my first job out of high school. It made for a great lunchbox back then, but these days I use it to hold things I might need during a race, like extra socks, a backup shirt, peanut butter, and drugs. It’s waterproof, squirrelproof, Sithproof, and small enough to carry while running away from the dark side. I’m sorry to inform you that it’s not for sale.

“Yeah.”

She looked at me suspiciously.

“How are you going to get back to your tent?”

“I […]

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