No one had ever seen so much rain at a 100-mile trail race. Runners had been on the course for most of a day, and it fell throughout.
Rock was with Bob Marston near the finish line on a paved county road. It was late at night and dark in this secluded section of a national forest. Water flowed across the road and was avoidable only through careful navigation that Bob seemed incapable of. Rock laughed to see him up to his waist in water in the front yard of a country house near a crowd of volunteers gathered at the finish.
No comments:
Post a Comment