Haunted Half 2016
My alarm blaring at 5:45am on a Saturday morning can only mean one thing: race day! I got up, dressed, made an almond butter toast sandwich and drove about 30 minutes to Sugar House where we were to load onto buses to the top of the race. It felt veeeeery cold standing in the 30 or 40 minute line waiting to get on a bus. It was fun listening to the excited groups around me, and then I started chatting with a woman who was by herself like me. We were seated on the bus together, so it was fun getting to know her on the drive up. After the bus ride, it was time to get out in the cold again (this time it felt even colder as it was up in the canyon!). I got to stand in the long port-a-potty line. ;) This is definitely my least favorite part of running races! Finally after almost 3 hours of being awake, I was genuinely excited to be there! I HATE waking up super early, so it takes me awhile to realize I'm ...