arty155
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It was 98 degrees in the Mid-Hudson Valley at 5:45 tonight.
Our running club has a nine mile race in the Shawangunk Mountains on the summer solstice every year - tonight's edition was without a doubt the stupidest and most miserable time I have ever spent running. Really unpleasant.
-Summer Solstice? 9 miles? Over mountains? Man. OK, you've got my vote: that's probably impossible to beat in the category of "most miserable."
- Fishy, nevertheless, I would like to submit for your consideration, this nomination from NJ, in the Category for Stupidest Run. Apparently after months of planning, our autumn 10K was staged in the local state park after all the leaves fell (who'd have guessed; that year it happened in the Fall) completely covered the steep rocky trail over its hills... At least after a while the routine of slipping on the leaves off the trails, on to the rocks, didn’t seem so bad,… once that others told me they had driven in from PA, hoping to earn a qualifying time toward a marathon. (They gave up on that idea while on ‘all-fours’, in line behind everyone else on the trail, searching for hand-holds under the leaves, while slowly scrambling up the first rocky ridge).
Happy Ending: we all got really cool shirts, and the blood washed right off.


