A bleak sky stretches over an angry ocean, whitecaps churning from a howling wind which bites and burns and freezes to the marrow. Meanwhile, a fellow runner casually warms up prior to a 31 mile race. We laugh at wind and weather. We are here to RUN!
The Cape Cod Ultrarunning Society base camp. The RV has an old-fashioned cast iron stove inside. Don't believe me? Check out the stove pipe, fool!
The RD tells us to get running and get out of his face. "I don't care where you go, so long as it's away from me!" Just kidding, he is detailing the course so we won't get lost while I take pictures and pay no attention. Big mistake. I would say I would learn from it, but I know better.
Various fine prizes for finishers. It is unusual to get a finisher's medal in a Fat Ass race, which is billed as having "no aid, no shirt, no fee, no wimps", but in this case we did get a cool quahog shell. It's funny how much I already treasure that shell.
We mill about on the beach just before race start. The sky and sea were breathtaking. I mean that literally. It was awful hard to breath with that freezing wind.
I hold up the camera to take a photo of us as a group. I don't think it could have turned out worse. Do you?
I ask a fellow runner to snap a photo. It came out very good, but I almost think I like the previous one better. It was very avant-garde, but then again I have always been know to be one of the forerunners to any modern experimental art form.
The first turnaround point of the five mile loop. I find the picture inadequate, since this scene is somewhat larger in real life.
This was the view of most of the course. The sand was not hard packed for the most part. I spent a lot of time wandering up and down the beach as I ran looking for that sweet hard packed sand, but did not find it.
As can be seen here, I missed the turn of the first 10 mile loop and took an extra three mile loop to the right. I think the reason it took me so long was that two mile stint I ran over the ocean. Luckily, the second time around, I only added about 3/4 mile extra when I got lost.
Victory is mine! Thanks to the Cape Cod Ultrarunner's Society for putting on a great race! I will definitely be back again next year. This is a unique race, and was my first experience running on the beach. Why I chose 35 miles in February for my first beach run is a question to be answered at another time.