I didn't get off work till 11PM last night and with the race taking place an hour and a half from Columbus, this left me little time to sleep. After getting home and making some chia gel I racked out and set my alarm for 4:30AM. The park was a straight shot down I-71 South and not at all hard to get to. I arrived on sight just before 6AM, with plenty of time to find where we'd be stepping off (or so I thought). I figured I would see signs, ribbons, or something of that nature once I got close, so I played my cards on the fly.
|Yeah, some balloons and an arrow|
would have been nice.
|I asked one of the locals for directions,|
but all this asshole did was stare at me.
The new directions took me to a random spot on the side of the highway, no one in sight, runners or otherwise. I started going down random roads that led to different parts of the park, but to no avail. It became apparent that I wasn't going to make it to the start in time and Mikayla's less than stellar navigational skills weren't serving her any better. Even after the clock struck 6:30AM I spent another 10 minutes searching without any sign of hope.
Mikayla didn't really want to run in the first place and to be honest, I wasn't overly excited to do it either. This wasn't the Masochist, Laurel, or some other big race... it was just some junk miles to lead into Burning River. We decided we were done searching and went to McDonalds instead.
|I went to the bathroom and came|
out to this. Mikayla has a thing
for clowns I guess?