So, a quick (forever long) plug for Speedgoat in pictures.
Early morning ride up the Tram. Snowbird is awesome this way- a quick ride to the top while all the runners are slogging their way up the mountain.
The sun coming up over the course as everyone sets up their spectating spots.
A flowery shot.
Oh, and the first runner (Sage Canaday) coming in to the switchbacks. He has his eye on the $1000 for the first man to the top of Hidden Peak.
And a zoom in on the rocks. There is a runner in there. I promise.
Then a quick turn around to see the spectators, um, spectating on hidden peak. Lots of cowbells here.
Down the other side of the ridge after a quick sprint down Hidden Peak.
I kept seeing the "Regulator" sign and thought how appropriate it was for this race.
Looking down in to Larry's hole. Spot the runner and it gives you a sense of scale.
This is the climb up out of Larry's Hole and on the way to Baldy. Grueling to watch, I can't even imagine doing it. Or paying for it.
Cody cursing his mono and counting the days, hours and minutes until he can run this race again.
Climbing Baldy and looking back at Hidden Peak and the Tram Station where the spectators still spectate.
I tried to convince Cody to go on and hike ahead of me. I pretended that I was taking pictures but I was really trying to catch my breath. This part of the hike gets my heart rate up. Cody insisted (quite chivalrously) that he would stay by me. My racing heart sank a little at the fact that my mono ridden, spleen enlarge-ed husband was still more spry up the mountain than I.
But my slow tread up the peak was not without it's benefits. This is the back of Timp and just to the left of Twin Peak.
Perhaps this is why so many people love to hate this race. So worth the agony to the top.
Cody climbing up the ascent to Baldy. I am pretty sure he just wanted to prove he can do it, mono and all.
Then resting. I only saw one actual racer sit, and even then for just a minute as the hecklers (racer wannabe's) spectating here gave him a hard time. He quickly got back on his feet and out of the line of fire.
We only stayed through until around noon, being that our children were performing manual labor, meant for us, at Grandma's house. Don't worry, they were paid handsomely. By Grandma.And there you have a peek at Speedgoat. The Karl Meltzer Test of Endurance and Sanity. Or, more acurately, "Proof of Endurance but not Sanity." For a look at my other photos of this race, have a virtual walk on over to my flickr page. Link is to the right, over there ------>
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