Official results aren't in, so I don't know my time or place, but it's not that type of race anyway.
The day started gray and cool, but the sun emerged as we were climbing out of City Creek, so I ditched my long-sleeve, a decision I would regret at about mile 23. I teamed up with Peter in the meadow above the refinery. From the ridge, the view of the city is like the view from the airplane with about 10 minutes left in the flight. The trail was soft and forgiving, and the grass was fresh and green. As the trail begain to sharply descend into City Creek, Peter took off while I navigated the descent at a more moderate (sane) pace. Got passed by a few folks on the descent which is usual for me. I felt fine all the way back to the aid station at Morris Meadow. Nothing eventful from the aid station to the end of Dry Creek- passed a couple runners on the flats. Red Butte climb felt steeper than it should have. Kelli and her mother were out for a walk by the second aid station, it was good to see them and motivation to pick up the pace. I passed one runner on the way back up Dry Creek. At the end of Dry Creek, the trail becomes super steep. At this point the weather was looking ominous and the temp. started to drop. The climb was like all climbs one wishes would end soon, with several false summits. As I slowed down in the climb, I looked up from my feet and saw a runner's silhouette scampering down the ridge. A little inspiration to summit so I picked it up. From the ridge, great views of Black Mountain. The peaks behind Black Mountian were still covered in snow and looked skiable. A long descent to the finish. FUN!
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