I love this race. Loved it the first time, when I was much slower and it was all new. When I carried a came
ra with me, and took pictures the whole way, and didn’t mind that the camera 
(attached to my fuel belt) banged on my hip the whole time and gave me a huge bruise the next day.
Loved it the second year when it was hot but still pretty, I knew what to expect, and went faster. DP’s kids thought I was a dude as I was running down the jeep road to their aid station at mile 19.
Loved that I ran 30 minutes faster than the previous year, and actually set my marathon PR by 7 minutes at this race which was incredibly tough for me.Loved it this year. Loved feeling like I actually RAN it. Did that first mountain get less steep? Then the hill at 20 - still hard, but I remember its mythical stature from previous years, and this year it seemed a little… diminished. (The hill at 22 was still unhappy-making.) Loved having friends at the race doing it for the first time, loved carpooling with them and talking over the run.
Loved that I ran 20 minutes faster than last year, and loved that it is such a small race that I finished second woman overall. This race is still gorgeous, even when running a little harder.
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