ragnar-ly leg!

I think it was the moment when a gnat flew up my nose and I spit it out a second later that I knew this was no ordinary race.... nearly 95degrees as I climbed 1100 ft through forest and farm. Once I ran by a house with a swing on the front porch. I almost stopped for a nap, but decided to run past the guy in front of me instead as he was walking up a hill. Because pride feels better than well- rested legs, and victory tastes sweeter than arctic blue gatorade. It hurts so good. EW