The Georgia Death Race
Vogel State Park to Amicalola Falls State Park
68ish miles with 20,000 feet of ascent
“The hardest race east of the Rockies.”
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| Elevation Profile |
A little back story leading up to race day….
Last year back in June, a group of us local trail runners
met while training for the Chattanooga Mountain Stage Race. After the race our
group of 5 eventually became a solid group of 7. We trained all summer together
with all of us signed up for Lookout 50 miler in December. Only half of us had
plans to run the Georgia Death Race as well but by time registration opened for
it peer pressure had taken its toll and all of us signed up. Lookout 50 now
became a training run for the Georgia Death Race.
Fast forward to March…
Our group split up into 2 cabins for the weekend. The
Holland’s, Baker’s, Lackey’s, Pharr’s and Evatt’s in one while the Cole’s and
Horvath’s in another. Unfortunately just 2 days before we were set to head out
our group dropped from 7 to 6 as Corey developed flu like symptoms. Being the
amazing friend he is, he still made the trip down to support the rest of us and
cheer us on.
After everyone checked into their cabins we all met up at
the Amicalola Lodge around 5pm Friday evening for our gear check, packet pickup
and to attend the mandatory meeting. After Sean, the race director went over
all the last bits of information we were treated to a motivational speech from
an Army Ranger about facing your fears. After the meeting Josh and I ran into
Corey who told us he would try to be at some of the aid stations. We made our
way back to the cabin where Candice, Josh’s wife, was cooking dinner for us.
After an absolutely amazing dinner, Josh, Candice, Carmen,
my mom and I all sat around the table going over the course map and planning
all the crew stops. Josh and I had been talking for weeks and planned on
running the entire race together. The idea sounded great. Running such a long
race would usually mean there would be plenty of time where you are all alone
out there in the middle of nowhere. Having a friend by your side the entire
time sounded like a blast, but also seemed difficult to me. Over the course of
a race this long there are going to be times when a person just crashes, both
mentally and physically. The problem with trying to stay with another person is
if you both crash at different times it just makes you slower and slower. We
had 25 hours to finish the course. Josh and I planned out a goal between 17-18
hours. I didn’t know how it would play out but I was anxious to see. We
finished getting our gear together and I got to bed around 11pm.
Race Day:
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| Photo cred: Corey Evatt |
Our cabin was close to Amicalola Falls State Park which was
the finish line so we had about an hour drive to Vogel State Park for the
start. We arrived around 7:30am and parked right next to the rest of our GDR Crew
who had all ridden together. After picking up the old rusty railroad spike that
we were required to carry for the entire race our group posed for a few
pre-race photos. I got a hug from mom, a kiss from Carmen, and a few good lucks
from my buddies and we were on our way.
Vogel State Park to White Oak
Miles 0 – 8
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| Start of the race leaving Vogel |
The race starts with the climb to Coosa Bald, the largest
climb of the entire race. Josh and I started at a comfortable pace leaving out
of Vogel State Park onto some great single track trails. As we began the climb
up Coosa we ran steadily with a good sized group of runners. I found myself
leading a train of people along the way with Josh right behind me. I hate
leading a pack like that so I continued to tell people to pass us if they
wanted but they all seemed content letting me lead the way so on we continued.
Before we knew it we made it to the top of Coosa Bald. Josh and I both
commented on how surprisingly “easy” of a climb it was. Not too steep at all.
After peaking at the top we bombed down the backside of the mountain and found
ourselves at the first aid station and 10min ahead of schedule. We were in and
out after just refilling our water bottles and continued on.
White Oak to Fish Gap
Miles 8 – 15.5
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| Refilling Josh's water. Photo cred: Carrie Bryant |
I knew we spoke too soon. While the climb leading up to
Coosa Bald was relatively tame, the next 20 miles would be anything but. In
fact, this is the hardest section of the entire race. Nicknamed the “Dragon
Spine”, the Duncan Ridge Trail would unleash it’s furry on us for hours and
hours. Steep ascent after steep ascent. After you thought you finished one
climb you would have another waiting. Up and down we went. Honestly I don’t
remember much through all this because I was just trying to focus on getting
through it. In hindsight I should have slowed us down a bit to reserve some
strength but we continued to push on. Josh and I stayed talking throughout and
in good spirits despite the tough climbing. We found ourselves running with a
solid group of people again all sticking together. Here and there we would
catch up to others and pass them by. I felt we were moving really strong,
climbing well and taking full advantage of the downhills. After one of the
steepest and longest climbs I’ve ever done we were treated to a beautiful view
to the left of us of the rolling Georgia mountains. It was a view definitely
worthy of a photo but I didn’t want to take the effort to stop. As I looked at
the mileage on my watch I knew we should be hitting the next aid station soon.
Instead of arriving at an aid station though, the course markings directed us
off the trail and onto a bushwacking section up the mountain. It wasn’t fun. We
finally made it to the aid station less than a mile later.
Fish Gap to Skeenah Gap
Miles 15.5 – 21.5
We made our way out of the aid station quickly again after
refilling and eating a little food. Halfway through the Dragon Spine and the
hills continued on. We were both feeling pretty good despite the tough terrain
and the conversations and jokes never seemed to dwindle. Not long after leaving
the aid station we caught up to our friend David Pharr. David had ran this
section with the rest of our friends a few weeks before. Josh and I continued
on following behind David. David is a much better climber than me and would
pull away on the ascents and we would catch back up to him on the downhills.
This continued for what seemed like forever! We continued to leap frog a few
other runners over and over again, we’d pass them, they’d pass us. We
eventually pulled away. David told us that we would know when we were close to
the next aid station once we saw a wooden sign on the trail. After a large
ascent David said “I’m pretty sure that was the last climb.” Three hills later
he was right. That David…
We were now on the 1.5 mile out-and-back section of the
course. As we were headed down the mountain others were headed up. We passed
our friend Sarah Woerner (who would go on to finish 3rd for the
women) near the top as she was finishing up the out-and-back. We continued
downward getting closer to the next aid station when we saw our friend Jeremiah
working his way back up after just leaving it. We screamed his name and hooted
at him and shared some high fives. The sun was starting to come out the
temperature was warming up a bit. A few minutes later we arrived at the next
aid station. David was quick to get his water refilled and began heading back
up the mountain. Josh and I did the same and followed suit.
Skeenah Gap to Point Bravo
Miles 21.5 – 28
Josh and I caught up to David at the top of the 1.5 mile
climb back up the mountain. The three of us continued on through rolling hills
but nothing like we had previously experienced. It seemed like the worst was
behind us. We were joined by a guy named Rick from the Huntsville area who
stayed with us. The now four of us were treated to some gorgeous mountain views
and a nice steady 3 mile descent down towards the next aid station. While we
were heading down I rolled my right ankle at mile 24. I felt it go completely
sideways. I just knew I sprained it. I kept running hoping it would loosen up
it which it did.
Getting closer and closer to the next aid station we began
to see people hanging out beside the trails. Lots and lots of people. They were
cheering us all on and commenting on how big of a group we were running all
together (4 of us). David commented that it felt like we were running a road
marathon with spectators. Point Bravo was the first aid station that our crew
could be at so of course it was going to be a popular and crowded one. We came
up on this one guy sitting under a tree with a camera in hand. David yelled at
him “Hey picture guy!” before realizing it was our friend Corey. We all rolled
into the Point Bravo aid station together which was so cool to do. As soon as
we got there we noticed not only were David, Josh, Corey and I all there
together, but another member from our GDR Crew was also, Jeremiah. Somehow in
this 70+mile race we were all together at this aid station.
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| Coming into Point Bravo |
Jeremiah was sitting in a chair with his wife Heather beside
him. He said he was debating dropping due to his severe ankle pain from a
sprain he had a few weeks earlier. He was obviously in pain and upset. I didn’t
know what to do for him so I just knelt and prayed with him. I told him no
matter what he decided to do his friends would support him. I looked up and saw
Carmen and my mom across the road waiting for me.
It was so good to see my family for the first time since the
start. They refilled my bottles for me and had all my food and supplies ready
for me. I ate a Nutella sandwich and drank some Powerade. Nathan’s wife Katy
was there also with their 2 daughters. Nathan and Franklin had passed through
much earlier.
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| At Point Bravo Photo cred: Katy Holland |
I talked to my family for a few minutes, ate an orange and
went to check on Jeremiah again. As I was walking over to him David was heading
out of the aid station. He told me he was going to start hiking it and that I
should catch up to him shortly. David checked out of the aid station and took
off up the trail. That would be the last time I would see him during the race.
After eating all I could and refilling my pack with food and
hydration, I kissed Carmen goodbye and went and stood beside the trailhead as I
waited for Josh and Jeremiah. Corey and I talked for a minute before Josh was
ready to go. Jeremiah was throwing on a clean shirt so Josh and I told Corey to
let him know we were going to head out but we would be walking so he could
catch up. We looked at the aid station volunteers and yelled out our numbers
“1-1-8 and 5-0 out!”.
Point Bravo to Sappling Gap
Miles 28 – 33
Leaving Point Bravo aid station began a good ascent. We used
this climb to walk, let our stomach’s settle from all the food we just ate, and
to hopefully allow Jeremiah to catch us. As we made our way up the climb we
joked and laughed about all sorts of stuff. We were in pretty good spirits at
that moment after seeing our wives. All the sudden we hear someone behind us
yell “What are you girls talking about up there?! Your favorite music singers?”
it was Jeremiah.
Jeremiah had dug deep and despite the pain decided to try
and continue onward. Hearing him crack a joke on us was great and I prayed that
he would bounce back. The three of us continued on together down the trails. Soon
we were treated to a nice little rain storm. Josh and I both love running in
the rain so as soon as it hit Josh began screaming like a little kid. The trail
stopped climbing and began to start descending. Jeremiah started to get a bit
quiet and I could tell that the pain was starting to be too much. We stopped
for a minute and Jeremiah told us he didn’t know what to do and pondered going
all the way back to Point Bravo aid station. We urged him to continue on to the
next aid station since we were so close. The rain let up and we found ourselves
marching into the Sappling Gap aid station.
Sappling Gap to Long Creek
Miles 33 – 41
We arrived at Sappling Gap which is an aid station right on
a ridge (just like most have been). The rain had chilled us pretty good and while
we stopped to eat and refill I began to get pretty cold. We sat Jeremiah in a
chair while one of the aid station workers began tending to him. They told us
that it would be difficult for them to get someone out of this aid station and
the best bet would be to push on to the next one. The volunteers then began to
wrap Jeremiah’s ankle.
I started to shiver a bit so decided to pull out my arm
sleeves and gloves. Josh did the same. I saw some grilled cheese sandwiches on
the table so I ate one and walked over to where a bonfire was. I went back for grilled cheese 3 more times.
It was so good to have some food with substance. All I was carrying on me food
wise for the race were some gels, gummies and Slim Jims. As I was eating my
fourth grilled cheese I turned and saw that Josh was shivering pretty bad. I
told him we needed to get moving to warm up. We told Jeremiah that we needed to
head out and get moving. Josh and I left Jeremiah with the care of the
volunteers at Sappling Gap and headed back out.
It didn’t take long at all before the arm sleeves were
getting rolled down and the gloves were coming off. It’s amazing how fast the
body warms itself up. We had 8 miles to the next aid station. For some reason I
don’t remember much about this section. I think Josh and I began to have some
deep conversations during this time so that could have played a part in it.
When you spend hours upon hours out in the woods with someone it’s pretty funny
to look back at the conversations had along the way. We would go from talking
about the race to making jokes and laughing to having deep meaningful
conversations about life. It’s actually pretty incredible.
Anyways, I think this was a serious and deep conversation
section of the race so I couldn’t even tell you what the trail was like. All I
remember was that we soon came upon a bunch of teenage boys out camping. Soon
after we passed them we ran right passed 2 other younger boys hiking down the
trail. One of the kids said to us “You guys are less than a mile from the aid
station.” Sweet! We pressed forward. We caught up to a guy named Adam and ran
and chatted with him all the way till we came to the aid station.
As we approached we could hear drums beating and saw tents
and people everywhere. A big banner was stretched overhead between 2 trees that
read “Boy Scouts of America”. We were at the aid station ran by the local boy
scout troop, and apparently it was the place to be!
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| Long Creek Aid Station Photo cred: Janette Mass |
Long Creek to Winding Stair
Miles 41 – 47
The Long Creek aid station was at the intersection of a few forest
service roads. There were a good bit of volunteers and boyscouts here. It felt
like we were at a big party. We made our way to the table with all the food and
began to fill our faces. One of the volunteers came up to me and took my water
bottles, filled them up, and put them back in my pack for me. The volunteers
were so awesome and knew exactly what we needed. They seemed to be having a
good time too laughing and joking with us. Before we headed out they pointed to
a toy pony sitting on the table and said we had to touch the pony for good
luck. Of course Josh being the weirdo he is, had to lick the pony while the
volunteers took pictures.
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| Josh being Josh. Photo cred: Janette Mass |
We left the aid station headed down one of the dirt service
roads. We caught up to Adam, the guy we ran into the aid station with. Six
miles to the next aid station and all on this service road “we should get there
in about an hour” Adam said to us. We ran and chatted with Adam for a few miles
as he told us about his previous race experiences. Josh and I began to slow
down a bit and we separated from Adam. We continue along this winding road for
what seemed like miles and miles. The majority of this section was actually
some of my favorite of the race, despite being on service roads. The dirt road
ran along a decent sized creek that we listened to the entire way. Josh and I
continued on the road and it began to get a bit rockier and started to climb a
bit. We began to pass campsites off the side of the road along the creek with
people set up to spend a night in the woods. As we ran passed the campers, I
kept thinking how much more fun they must be having than we were. We continued
to power through this dirt road section climbing higher knowing the next aid
station would be our next and last time to see our families until the end of
the race.
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| Refueling and hydrating at Long Creek. Photo cred: Janette Mass |
As we neared the top of the road, we could see the aid
station ahead of us sitting at the top at another intersection of service
roads. I could see my mom in her white coat standing there looking for us and
Josh noticed Carmen. As we jogged into the aid station Josh’s son Jude came
running to greet us. As he got close the poor little guy tripped and faced
planted right in front of us. Josh picked up a crying Jude and carried him into
the aid station.
Winding Stair to Jake Bull
Miles 47-54
At Winding Stair Gap our ladies had a blanket spread out on
the ground with both Josh’s and my bags sitting there waiting for us. I decided
to put on a fresh shirt and was going to change socks for the first time. After
I took my shoes off and emptied all the rocks and debris out of them I decided
to keep the socks I had on. I was wearing my Swiftwick merino wool socks and my
feet felt fine. I didn’t want to mess anything up so I just laced my shoes back
on. I refilled my pack with some beef jerky sticks, Stinger gummies and walked
over to the aid station tables to refill my bottles with water and see what
foods they had. When I came back over our crew Josh was sitting on the blanket
talking with Candice, his wife and changing shirts. It was 7:40pm and the sun
was beginning to set so I went ahead and put on my headlamp. After a few
minutes Josh was ready and we said goodbye to our families for the last time
and started off down one of the fire service roads.
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| A father's love. |
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| Wipe out! |
The bad part of stopping at aid stations is your body cools
off and you begin to get really cold. Immediately after we left the both of us
were pulling out our gloves and putting them back on. We were on the home
stretch now. Just 2 more aid stations and a little over 20 miles left in the
race. We continued taking the service road down the mountain and were treated
to amazing views to the right of us. The sun was setting behind the mountains
and the glow made the mountains look like they were on fire. It was gorgeous
and for the first time all day I pulled my phone out to snap a few pictures. A
few minutes later the sun was gone and the only glow we would have was that of
our headlamps.
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| Watching the sunset as we head into the night. |
We continued down the mountain for what seemed like forever.
Josh and I kept looking closely for trail markers to make sure we didn’t miss
our turn off that would take us back on the trails. Finally we reached the
bottom and saw a blinking red light in the darkness which was our sign to turn.
We found ourselves back on some great single track trails and managed to pick up
our pace despite the fact that we weren’t moving downhill anymore. In the
darkness we could see the light of a headlamp just a bit ahead of us. Soon we
caught up to another runner, and another, and another. For the first time in a
while we seemed to be surrounded by people. We moved along the trail until it
came out into a clearing that ran along side of a lake. Soon after, the trail
opened up to a wider and a bit muddier section. We passed a few more people in
this section. I was really trying to pick up our pace since I knew the next aid
station was near. Josh mentioned that he was starting to hurt some and was
beginning to feel rough. We pushed on just a short bit more and rolled into the
Jake Bull aid station.
Jake Bull to Nimblewill Gap
Miles 54-63
We came into the Jake Bull aid station and turned off our
exceptionally bright Petzl NAO headlamps so not to blind all the volunteers.
Josh told me he was feeling a bit nauseous but was going to try to eat
something. I wasn’t feeling 100% myself but saw one of the volunteers grilling
some small quesadillas. I had one then went back for another. It was so good!
It was 9:30 at night and we had been running for 13.5 hours so far. This was
the first warm food I had all day. (The grilled cheese I had back at Sappling
Gap were cooled off when I had them) Josh wasn’t looking too good but tried to
eat a quesadilla. He took one bite and handed it to me. “Uh uh” he said. He was
filling too sick. I overheard one of the volunteer ladies saying something so I
asked her what she was talking about. She told me that the section of
bushwhacking at the end of the race had been cut out. I was dreading this
section so I was extremely relieved to hear that it was cut. Apparently the
rangers at Amicalola Park didn’t want all the runners tearing up this non-trail
section. As Josh and I were about to leave the aid station we were joined by a
guy from Michigan that we had ran and chatted with many hours earlier during
the beginning of the race. The 3 of us all headed out of Jake Bull together.
Josh was really feeling bad so we decided to hike it out for
a while. Our Michigan friend stayed with us for a few minutes then took off on
down the trail, but not before offering some weed to Josh for his nausea.
Seriously, this dude pulled out some weed in the middle of a trail race.
Needless to say Josh declined of course. We continued power hiking down the
trail as people passed us in numbers. It was a decent downhill section but
unfortunately we weren’t able to make up any time on it.
After 1 incredibly long mile I sent Carmen a text letting
her know we had slowed down and were looking at a later finish than we had
predicted. After another excruciatingly slow mile we found ourselves spit out
of the trails and onto paved roads. The past 2 miles had taken us 50 minutes.
Usually road miles would be much quicker but the pounding of pavement under our
already beaten up feet kept us moving slower than we planned. Josh’s nausea
began to pass but now it was my turn to bonk for a bit. For whatever reason I
just couldn’t keep a good pace on the road and would have to opt for a run/walk
method for a bit. The roads we were on took us through the small quiet town of
Nimblewill. It was well after 10:30pm and these small country roads were a bit
eerie. Many times Josh and I looked frantically for a confidence marker. I
decided to turn on the navigation on my GPS watch to make sure we were headed
in the right direction. As we moved further along, the road began to climb and
turn until the paved road became another forest service road.
As we moved from pavement to dirt the road began to climb.
This would be our longest and final big climb of race. The road continued to
wind along the mountain as we continued our march up. In the distance behind us
I could see 2 headlamps closing in on us. Soon we could hear their voices. No
wait, that’s music. As the runners got closer I could make out what they were
jamming to, “It’s tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that’s right on time
it’s tricky…it’s tricky tricky tricky tricky!” It was Pete Coleman and his
pacer.
Josh and I had been leap frogging Pete since about midway
through the race. “You guys are rocking out tonight” I said as they were
passing us. “80’s rap all night baby!” Pete said. They looked strong and continued
on ahead of us until we could no longer see the shine of their lights. I was
getting to the point where I was just over this race and ready to be done. I
put my head down and just focused on powering through the climb. I guess I had
a pretty good pace going for me cause I would pull away from Josh for a few
minutes and then I would hear him running to catch up. We continued this onward
for an eternity it seemed. Where is this last aid station and how high is this
mountain?! Suddenly in the middle of the road I noticed a faint glow. It was a
red glow stick. A few steps later I saw a blue one, then a green one. I told
Josh we had to be getting close. “I hear a generator” Josh said, which is the
sound of an aid station. As we turned one more corner we could see Nimblewill
Gap aid station straight ahead at the top. Finally, after one of the longest
and most mentally challenging sections of our race we were at the last aid
station.
Nimble Will Gap to Amicalola Falls State Park
Miles 63-72
Nimblewill Gap aid station was right at the top of a ridge
and the wind was ripping when we got there. As soon as we ate some food and filled
up our bottles for the last time we dug out our jackets and quickly threw them
on and cinched down the hoods. Josh and I were in great spirits. We knew our
last stop would be the finish line and we were both eager to get there. I
pulled out my phone and sent Carmen a text letting her know we were just 9
miles away. We thanked the volunteers who were more bundled up than we were
(except one dude standing by the fire in shorts in a t-shirt) and left going
down the other side of the mountain.
About a mile out from the aid station a headlamp was coming
up towards us. As the runner passed us Josh asked him if he was ok since he was
going the wrong way. The guy replied with a snarky tone “Why are you guys going
the wrong way?” Josh told the guy that we were going the correct way and just
passed a marker just a few steps back. I told the guy that the course took us
down the mountain after the aid station and he was clearly going up. The runner
refused to believe us insisting that we were going the wrong way and he was
right. I kept on running because I didn’t want to get irritated with this guy.
I soon saw where he got turned around at and yelled back at him to follow us. I
looked back and just saw him standing there shining his headlamp up into the
trees. I said to Josh “Let’s keep going and not let this clown slow us down.”
We moved on.
The section of trail we were on now was more like four wheeler
trails and were actually quite smooth. Josh and I were making really good time.
The continued to wind and circle around until we finally came upon a road
crossing. On the other side of the road the trail continued but this trail had
a big sign that read “Amicalola Falls State Park”. “WOOHOO!” we shouted, “We
made it!” We were close now, or so we thought.
The trail inside the park was a twisting technical mess with
rocks and roots everywhere! We really had to watch our footing. As we
approached a serious rock garden I could see 2 headlamps ahead of us. “We can
catch those guys”, I thought to myself. We came off the rock garden back onto
more technical trails that lead us to the bottom of the park. We passed the 2
runners one we reached the bottom. We were now on a trail that ran real close
to the finish line. As we were running past an open field like area I heard my
name “Nick?” I looked to my left and saw my mom. “Oh it is you guys! You are
almost to the finish. We will see you in a few minutes.” “Awesome!” I thought
as I thought of being done in “just a few minutes”. Unfortunately it would be a
bit longer than that.
The trail took us onto a paved pathway, through a parking
lot, and onto another pathway with signs that read “Waterfalls Trail”. We
caught up to Pete and his pacer buddy still jamming to their music. As we
approached the waterfall and the stairs that would take us all the way back up
to the top of the park we pulled ahead of Pete.
Amicalola Falls is the largest waterfall in Georgia. There is
a staircase of over 600 steps that takes you all the way up and this was the
final test of the Georgia Death Race. After 70 something miles we now were
climbing, slowly, up each step. With Josh right behind me, I put my head down
and focused on one step at a time. Up and up we went as we listened to the roar
and felt the mist of the falls beside us. My calves were screaming and my quads
were burning with each step but each step was closer to the end. Somehow we
made it to the top to be greeted by an arrow pointing us toward the paved road
back down the mountain. It was pure torture. Ready to be done I hit the road
hard feeling the impact of the pavement shutter through my destroyed legs and
quads. Halfway down the road the markers pointed us back on the trail, the last
bit of trail, the most technical bit of trail. The roots were bad in this
section and I think I tripped on every one of them. I was pulling ahead of Josh
then would stop and wait to see his headlamp coming up behind me before taking
off again. Soon I began to hear shouts and knew the finish was right around the
corner. I pushed as hard as I could and could see the lights of the finish
line. As I came down from the last section I could see Sean, the race director
just ahead of me but instead of taking the small bridge that lead across the
creek to the finish, the race flags had it blocked forcing runners to dredge
through the ice cold creek before being done. I hit the water and pulled myself
out of the other side and got the high-five from Sean meaning my race was over.
Just a few seconds later Josh came barreling out of the woods and through the
creek to end his day in the woods as well.
Freezing and now soaking wet we had finished at 2:30am in
18hours 30minutes. We returned our rusty rail road spike and picked up our
engraved finishers spikes. Carmen and my mom filled us on how the rest of our
friends did then led us over to the car where we threw on some warm cloths and
headed back to the cabin to grab showers and some sleep.
Post Race:
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| Josh crossing the finish! |
The Georgia Death Race was by far the most difficult
challenge I’ve ran yet. To say I did it running side by side the entire way
with a friend still blows my mind. I’m thankful and blessed God allowed Josh
and I to experience such a challenge together. We may not have been the fastest
out there but we finished 57th and 58th out of 162
finishers and 212 starters. I couldn’t be more pleased with the outcome.
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| Finisher's award, a rusty dirty spike. |
We had so much fun I think we are going to try the same
thing again, this time at Thunder Rock over 100 miles. I mean, 100 miles isn’t
that much further, right?
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| Josh and I before the race. |
