Ladies and Gentlemen! Boys and Girls! Gather one and all to the spectacle of the year! This is not for the faint of heart, so only enter if you dare! After much naysaying and disbelieving, we stand outside in balmy 41 degree weather at 3:30 am on Saturday, August 18th watching the anxious, churning crowd waiting for the starting gun. Our heros, Brian Block-a crazy quasi-trained rep with an adrenaline addiction, and his partner in crime Kyle Brown- a parametic from Des Moines chasing a running dream, are there at the start line, ready for the big moment. Sunday and I, official crew, waited for the start of the race before we jetted off to pack the car (in the dark:)) and then off to the first aid station.
Loaded with water, gatorade, powerbars, beef jerky and more gu than you can shake a stick at, we marched the mile plus with our 100 pound bag in tow. Loaded with a crash pad, camera, hydration duffel, rainwear, sleeping bags, and the kitchen sink. Maybe a little overkill. Once we were there, we set up our camp by the side of the road and Sunday was off to find the boys while i mixed oatmeal in our Orikaso bowls with hot water pilfered from the hotel.
Brian barely stopped for the oatmeal, so i only snapped one quick, blurry picture. But he was doing good and moving strong.
Kyle came in a bit later and then we were off to the next stop. So much done and it is only 7 am!!
Ladies and Gentlemen! Boys and Girls! Gather one and all to the spectacle of the year! This is not for the faint of heart, so only enter if you dare! After much naysaying and disbelieving, we stand outside in balmy 41 degree weather at 3:30 am on Saturday, August 18th watching the anxious, churning crowd waiting for the starting gun. Our heros, Brian Block-a crazy quasi-trained rep with an adrenaline addiction, and his partner in crime Kyle Brown- a parametic from Des Moines chasing a running dream, are there at the start line, ready for the big moment. Sunday and I, official crew, waited for the start of the race before we jetted off to pack the car (in the dark:)) and then off to the first aid station.
Loaded with water, gatorade, powerbars, beef jerky and more gu than you can shake a stick at, we marched the mile plus with our 100 pound bag in tow. Loaded with a crash pad, camera, hydration duffel, rainwear, sleeping bags, and the kitchen sink. Maybe a little overkill. Once we were there, we set up our camp by the side of the road and Sunday was off to find the boys while i mixed oatmeal in our Orikaso bowls with hot water pilfered from the hotel.
Brian barely stopped for the oatmeal, so i only snapped one quick, blurry picture. But he was doing good and moving strong.
Kyle came in a bit later and then we were off to the next stop. So much done and it is only 7 am!! 
In jest,
Brian's cousin
Ben and Lisa