So the race starts with the classic “sweet home Alabama” from the speakers and off we go. The goal this year was to just gun it from the start and just have fun. And rage. And rage I did. And fun I had. This course is amazing. Just soft singletrack winding through the mountains of northern Alabama. At mile 3, there is an infamous train track crossing, where a couple years ago the leaders had to wait for a train for 10 minutes, pretty much restarting the race at mile 3. This year, I burst out of the woods and there it was, the big steaming metal blockade. I was pissed. But then it just passed (how lucky) and it was fine. The rest of the day passed entirely without incident. The trail pulled me along happily, the streams sparkled, the rocks and moss gazed at me with no intent to harm. All I did was stand there and somehow the trail moved my legs along.
Dinner at the huge sunset view from the top of Alabama. Camping on the Chinnabee Silent trail. Huge fire. Food. Conversation. More pine needles. Comfy. Fun. Waking up and running up to Cheaha a different way. 8 hour car drive back. So much fun. Cheaha, I’ll be back. Georgia Death Race is only 3 weeks away, and I couldn’t be more stoked. I’m feeling fast, strong, fit, ready to rage again. I wore Salomon Sense Pros again, my favorite shioe ever. The new ones (Sense Pro 2!!) are out, that makes me psyched. Evidently, spring break is next week and Rudy is coming and the Linville Gorge is coming and the Great Smokies are coming and the Black Mountains are coming and Georgia and Florida are coming and the Trains a’comin #seeyouinsquaw