Badwater Bandits
Badwater.
Before we first crewed there, several friends teased me that by the time the race was over I would have decided to run it.
No way, I said. First of all, it's road, and I'm a trail girl now. Second of all, it's just too dangerous. Too many variables, too much sheer torture. Nope. Not for me.
Wrong.
By the time the race was over, I was all in.
Time has since passed; actually, it's hard to believe it's been two years already. It never fully lost its hold on me, but it certainly weakened. Western States, Rocky Raccoon, a killer Burning River took its place. I'm a trail girl now.
But we were going to be in Vegas to celebrate Darrin's 40th birthday, so it was a bit hard to resist the call of Badwater in August.
Fast forward to a run the week before we left, when we decide that we "just have to" do something "epic."
After tossing around several ideas and discarding the majority due to hydration/crewing concerns,...