The day of the race was dark and damp. Dawn barely cracked open her eyes as we mustered our way toward the village of Bath. Dense fog from the mountains rolled onto the highway, only 100 feet or so in front of us was visible in pitch black dawn.
Onwards to Geneva Street, we found Phillips Glass (after a few roundabouts unsure why Google map kept saying it was at the Family Dollar store) where several runners were prepping and boarding buses. A half marathon and a full marathon bus were carting off loads of runners to their starting point.
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