Here's all I'm going to say about this race:
Dear rude runners,
Volunteers get up at 3 a.m. on a weekend to spend their free time shivering in the cold to make sure you have the best race possible. There's no need to yell and cuss at us. We are here to help you. Sneaking into corrals, arguing about corrals or literally jumping over barriers to get into a corral does not make you a do-what-you-have-to, rough-and-tumble type. It just makes a runner with poor etiquette who is screwing over other runners and making volunteers doubt their own sanity and the value of humanity. The race only starts when you start, and it's not the race's fault that you didn't make it to your corral on time.
Heart, a very sad volunteer.
To cheer me up, I stopped by the Fort2Base Race booth and saw Caylei, the race director. She's in the styling pink pull over with our favorite Naked people.
We played with the most adorable puppy ever, who loves the Fort2Base Race.
Then, we took a 24-mile bike ride up and down the Lakefront Path. It took me roughly 1:40 to finish, which doesn't bode well for my upcoming 60-mile race. The path was crowded, because it was perfect outdoors active weather, so that's the excuse I'm going with.
Finally, we went to an awesome party for the lovely Jackie. It's her birthday and I ate back the 1,400 calories I burned cycling and then some. My stomach hurts from a flat out food binge, so I'm going to bed.