Race reports from 2017 Monster Cross, Warrior Creek, Bakers Dozen, Massanutten HooHa, Middle Mountain Momma and GRUSK!
The dirt started, the roadpitched straight up to 15%, and the group exploded.
So I attacked. I went up the road chasing the escapee and no one followed me either. I got about 5 seconds up the road and that’s when the group finally moved to hold me there, ratcheting up their pace to match mine.
The forecast was great 10 days out. A bit cold, but sunny and no rain. Then it changed. And it got worse. Then it got even worse
My lungs were seared. This felt like a 5k. I was flat out, pushing as hard as I could, but going nowhere. Every tenth of a mile felt like 20 minutes.