FAVORITE RUNS: Bobbo
Elevated from the comments under Sanford's favorite run. -Todd
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I'll have to agree with Flipper and say my favorite run was the first night leg in Missouri. It was so quiet and peaceful. The only problem was the sound of the minivan behind me. I wish that it could have been just a little farther back. I could hear the streams and creeks churning and flowing. The slightest sound was heard in the trees and snow. The moon was so full that everything glistened on the slightly iced over snow. It was just amazing. It was one of the few legs where I did not even notice if there was an uphill or downhill coming up in the road. I was too busy admiring the sight of the sky and all of my surroundings. It was simply the most relaxing 2 mile segment of the trip. It sure beat all those nasty runs in Kansas. Other than that, most of the legs just seemed to blur together. I think I can remember only a handful off the top of my head. Something had to happen on a leg for it stick out. If nothing different occurred, it was just like every other 2 mile journey on the trip.
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I'll have to agree with Flipper and say my favorite run was the first night leg in Missouri. It was so quiet and peaceful. The only problem was the sound of the minivan behind me. I wish that it could have been just a little farther back. I could hear the streams and creeks churning and flowing. The slightest sound was heard in the trees and snow. The moon was so full that everything glistened on the slightly iced over snow. It was just amazing. It was one of the few legs where I did not even notice if there was an uphill or downhill coming up in the road. I was too busy admiring the sight of the sky and all of my surroundings. It was simply the most relaxing 2 mile segment of the trip. It sure beat all those nasty runs in Kansas. Other than that, most of the legs just seemed to blur together. I think I can remember only a handful off the top of my head. Something had to happen on a leg for it stick out. If nothing different occurred, it was just like every other 2 mile journey on the trip.
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Not having done any runs, my favorite run was more like a favorite place. In the middle of our last night, in the West Virginia Mountains we seemed to climb up and down on almost every two-mile leg. The runners where getting back into the van and were very tired, breathing heavier than usual. Pancoast did one 2-mile leg that rose over 600 feet. Then all of a sudden we were at the plateau and it was amazing. Mountains all around us and this incredible town right on top. Hotels, taverns, churches, power plants, farms and everything right there on the top of the mountain. It seemed like its own self-contained city, so quiet and serene. I wondered what it was like to live there on a daily basis. What is really amazing is that within a day we would be running through Washington, DC and finishing in Annapolis.
Coach Warth
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