Looks fun doesn't it?! The silliest part is it really isn't the big hills that will reduce me to tears. Do you see that after every big hill there is a little tiny (in comparison) blip on the chart? That little mound is known as trail #7. Let me just tell you that 7 is not my lucky number. 7 will make me cry. One would think that after scaling, repeatedly, those Mt. Everest wannabe hills it would be no big deal to tackle that barely even noticeable bump of a hill but that isn't so. That little mound, trail #7, I detest. I loathe. I downright hate it. Aaaaand, trust me, I notice it. I think it might be because after finally conquering the real elevation and coming down the other side, the last thing I want to run into and over is another hill... no matter how small. It's just mean. The fact that we have to do it on every. single. loop. is even worse. I don't even think it is a mile in length and it might not even be quite 100 feet gain but it is just enough to put the nail in my coffin.
If trail #7 doesn't finish me off, attempting the summit at mile 27 surely will. Who had the brilliant idea to do this race anyway?! Good new is, there is supposed to be 90% chance of rain tomorrow with temperatures not dropping below freezing again before Saturday so there will be plenty of mud. Frozen trail... ha ha.