|Me (a few minutes after finishing). Photo by Tom Rice.|
This year we were not sure what to call the darn thing. It's still the "Riddle Run," but sorta different too. We have settled on R.I.D.D.L.E. as the title. What does that stand for? Hell if I know. As with any ultra, especially a fat ass, it's what you make of it. As you compete, you create your own race and write your own title. A few examples were tossed around:
Running In Double Digits Looks Easy
Run, Imbide Drinks During Laps, Eat
Run In Deep Drifts, Let's Eat
Running In Different Directions, Long, Easy
Running Insanely Drastic Distances Looks Easy
Run Imbibe Drink Discuss Linger Eat
We'll keep tossing names around as we plan for next year's R.I.D.D.L.E. event.
This year we were greeted with nice temperatues, starting at 27 degrees and ending at 40F. Some sun, some clouds, with a light breeze. The trail was frozen hard in most places with about 10% ice pack. One runner took a terrible fall in the first 1/4 mile and needed 5 stitches on his nose. Like a true buffalo, John came back to drink and socialize. No whining.
|Steve. Another champion enshrined on TP.|
Photo by Tom Rice
Over the last 16 years, I've accumulated a shit load of RIDDLE fat ass miles. After this 2015 event I now have 403 miles at this fat ass. That's an average of 25.2 miles every year. It's safe to say I have more Riddle Run miles than anyone in the world. Tom Rice and I are still the only two runners to participate in all 16 years of this event. Looking forward to 2016. Tom, you better be there!
I'm now at 97 ultra/marathons. I'll easily break 100 this year. It's about time.