Usually races begin with a fairly boring guy telling you something about the charity you're supporting or some such blah and then firing off the starting gun.
Today I did a 10K that had that AND a guy with Celtic blue facepaint on a horse giving a rendition of the Braveheart speech replacing "freedom" with
Cheatham (the county the race was in) at all the appropriate places. Epic. And the downhills were the most technical I have ever run. Even moreso than Tahoe. Jackelope was the
afterbeer and I left confirmed that, as I had suspected, Ultra people are nuts. Then it was off to a hackathon at Emma with Alora, Brittan and her boyfriend