|Buick World Headquarters in Flint, Mi where I worked when I got out of college.|
|Here's the Buick site now. They tore it down in 1998.|
After putzing around town, I made my way over to runner check-in, got my bib number, medical check (BP 118 over 75 and HR 48), then shopped through the abundant Hardrock merchandise. I found out that there are two miles being added to the course this year, due to a reroute late in the race. I refuse to think about that and the added 30 or so minutes to my already long day(s). I then sat in my car at the finish visualizing running through the chute of flags and reaching the rock.
|Ominous skies during the afternoon thunderstorm. They've put up a flag from every US state and country represented by the runners.|
I made it out for a solo run a bit after 5pm and found a faint single track above town. Every run here is UP and I'm guessing I climbed maybe 800 feet up and over the shoulder of a canyon with a rushing river down below. The trail undulated through woods and meadows still damp from the brief afternoon rain and angled setting sun. It was one of those runs that could lure me into several hours out had it not been intended as a shake out for a big effort on Friday. At just 45 mins, it was probably the most meaningful and enjoyable run I've had this year.
|Post-shake out run. These socks are being retired...|
The cafe (where I'm writing this morning again) has a constant flow of Hardrock runners in and out. Bryon Powell is at the table next to me tapping away at his laptop. Bill, from Leadville, an older gentleman who may be the biggest fan of ultrarunning and ultrarunners wore down Bryon's ears for a while. Bill did the same with me at race check-in yesterday. He's a very nice guy, who wants to know everything he can find out about the sport. I mean, he's here for the race (a week beforehand) for no other reason than to simply watch...and talk about it.
Today will just be filled with time fillers. 12pm is mandatory runner briefing. Before that is runner check-in, so I'll probably linger around for that, maybe snap a few photos, drop off my drop bags. Exciting stuff, no doubt.