Regina, Iowa City: the truest cross country course I have ever run. Mud, hills, cold, logs, sticks, thorns, leaves. Repeat.
It was that feeling that comes deep from your gut, deep from your mind. The feeling of steadily holding your own against time against time, the pull from the runner in front of you and the push from the runner breathing heavily behind you. Force your legs up the hill, try to relax on the way down. Impossible - it's too muddy. Bank to bank of the trail, avoiding the mud that will suck your flats off your feet. It goes on for a while, maybe even too long. But it is so much fun!
Time-wise, too slow. Mentally, it was everything I could have wanted from a Thanksgiving Fun Run.
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