An interesting article by Matthew Everett over at Metro Pulse about the Barkley "fun run" Marathon:
The elevation gain over five loops is roughly equivalent to two times the height of Mount Everest. GPS isn’t allowed, and much of the unmarked course goes straight up the sides of the park’s many 3,000-foot peaks, through downed trees and patches of malicious sawbriers that rip runners’ arms and legs to shreds. The Barkley community has given unofficial names like Testicle Spectacle, Rat Jaw, Son of a Bitch Ditch, Meth Lab Hill, Big Hell, and the Bad Thing to the park’s geographic features.
“This is not a race, this is a colonoscopy gone wrong,” one runner said after finishing a single loop in 2010.
What? No rowing part in that race? I'd call my boat "Rub-A-Dub - Marin Yacht Club" (I know, I know, San Quentin and not Alcatraz, but it's close enough!)
And here I thought tupperware parties are marketing ploys for the purpose of selling tupperwares! It's most fascinating to find a club dedicated to swapping coffee creamer lids.
What a fascinating story! This should bring hope to pencil sharpener salesman, cow puncher (I had to look it up), gold miner, lightbulb seller, news stand proprietor, advertiser, and quack medicine peddler everywhere!
The elevation gain over five loops is roughly equivalent to two times the height of Mount Everest. GPS isn’t allowed, and much of the unmarked course goes straight up the sides of the park’s many 3,000-foot peaks, through downed trees and patches of malicious sawbriers that rip runners’ arms and legs to shreds. The Barkley community has given unofficial names like Testicle Spectacle, Rat Jaw, Son of a Bitch Ditch, Meth Lab Hill, Big Hell, and the Bad Thing to the park’s geographic features.
“This is not a race, this is a colonoscopy gone wrong,” one runner said after finishing a single loop in 2010.
I knew it! Brains are overrated.