To be honest, it was brutally exhausting to run in the evening, the middle of the night and again in the morning with no rest. The hills were tough, really tough. We all felt like you-know-what in a bucket. (Oh and all those honeybuckets- if I never see one again it will be just fine with me!) But I would do it again in a heartbeat. Sore feet and all.
Here's my fellow Mitochondriacs. There were six in each van. This is just before we left to head up north before the race. (I'm holding the sign). And we did pretty well- 15th overall out of 149 teams! Go Mitos!! Important to note that we ran for Paul- a member of our team who was seriously injured while riding his bike to work. We missed you, Paul!