6.66 miles of hundreds of runners funneling through a single file trail at night...
I convinced Chitlin to join me for this event in Reading last evening. Conditions ended up being perfect for a trail run; rainy, muddy, and lots of wackos. -> We ran with a teletubby for a few miles until he had to take his head mask off to avoid overheating.
Mile 5ish came to a clearing out of the trees where the blinding red lights of the pagoda became muffled in the fog like a space ship was beaming us up for probing. Instead it was a beer station serving America's oldest brewery's finest lager. We decided to take 5 and enjoy a few.
Post race entertainment involved hot dogs and kraut, beer, soft pretzels, and plenty of candy. Plus entertainment in the form of a dirty old man singing drunken songs about titties and beer with the help of his accordion. He happened to do a great cover of "country roads" accompanied by an uptempo drum track.
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