It was 43 degrees and raining. The first six miles was mostly uphill and the downhill and then uphill and down... you get the idea. It wound through Redwood and Spruce forests, the little town of Trinidad, Ca, and then down to Clam Beach.
At mile six, the course emerged from the woods and wound up on the beach. But that trail to the beach was blocked by the Little River. This winter has been unseasonably cold and the foothills nearby have a nice blanket of snow. Of course, the Little River is partly supplied by the runoff of melting snow and icy rain. If there was ever a day for God to do a repeat of the Red Sea Crossing, today was the day.
The water was about chest high and the current was running quick. A rope was strung across the river and I needed both hands to hang on. The water was chest high and COLD. I'm pretty sure it was colder than the air. I'm definitely sure it was the coldest water I've EVER been in. It was painfully cold. What happened to certain parts of my male anatomy brings an episode of Seinfeld to mind.
The final two miles were totally flat, but on the beach with a twenty mile an hour liquid wind blowing in my face. My shoes weighed a good five pounds more courtesy of the Little River. My shorts were soaked. My shirt was cold and wet and robbing my body of any heat I could manufacture. BTU's were exiting my body through my skull even though it was covered with a stocking cap. Of course, it was thoroughly soaked, too. I could see the horizon and even the finish line almost the whole time I ran on the beach, but it seemed like a mirage, a trick of the eyes, because it never got closer.
I finished the race, unofficially, in about an hour and twenty-five minutes. But I started my personal timer a little late so we'll have to check the stats in a couple of days. There should be a link here.
My Official Time: 1:25:16
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