Now, let me clearly state that the end of the race last year was entirely my fault. I should have figured out where the finish was - that's kind of a baseline requirement for racing. But still, I saw this giant graphic on the website and it made me laugh:
Seriously, that's what it says on the website. And the crazy part is - it's true!!! But kind of mainly in a technical sense, as in the middle 4 1/2 miles are totally flat - but the beginning and the end are a different kettle of fish. Here's the elevation profile:
So, you see that, while technically true, it should also come with a warning that it's the flattest race, with the steepest finish, in town.
Turns out parking duty is pretty fun. Although my favorite are the people who arrive 25 minutes before the start of a 1200 person race and are shocked to find out the closest parking is full. "What? It's full?!?" Um, yeah. It's full.
At any rate, the heavens opened with a major league cloudburst just as we were finishing, and I'll admit some soft, weak part deep inside me thought "I'm so glad I'm not running today!!!" And what the hell, it's not like I was going to run anyway, so I took that soft, weak part home and fed it bacon and sausage. Live a little.