Whitefish is pretty, and the race is on the small side. But it was well organized and a worthwhile experience. The big selling point, though, is proximity to Glacier National Park. Oh, man. Is that place pretty.
The Zion Half Marathon is a beast – but a beautiful, glorious, wildly wonderful beast. Challenging but gorgeous. Totally worth it, just so long as you know what you’re getting yourself into.
Warning: I am grumpy about this race, y’all. I did, however, endeavor to write something that isn’t a full on rant about the generally crumby experience we had in Jackson.
Y’all, with a name like Skedaddle, I obviously had to run this half marathon.
Regardless of what I might have thought about the Lake Sammamish Half Marathon had events unfolded more auspiciously, it shall forever be recorded in my memory as the race without (enough) port-o-potties.
Today, I ran the hilliest race of my life, and I loved it. Loved it! (I’m actually writing this on race day for once, and it’s possible I’m still a little high on adrenaline, caffeine, and sugar… but still. It was awesome.)