Run 200 miles. And refuel. Deschutes had a pretty good night and we would like to endorse (completely unofficial) the Black Butte XXVII imperial Porter. Nothing eases the lactic acid in the legs like 11% abv.

Run 200 miles. And refuel. Deschutes had a pretty good night and we would like to endorse (completely unofficial) the Black Butte XXVII imperial Porter. Nothing eases the lactic acid in the legs like 11% abv.
Unofficially fifth. This weather has been nuts. The wind is blowing consistently at 20 mph, gusting up to 30. They actually *closed* the beach due to "flying debris". And the rain has ranged from light sprig showers to cloudburst in minutes. Even with all that, the anchors for van 2 wound up running strong closing legs.
Must say this is a lovely night to run and the volunteers have been amazing. Brent cruised so now David is back out there for seconds, of legs and time.
Here are the vans conferring at the exchange.
We should get underway in a few hours. Until then, the pb&j, goldfish crackers and pop tarts have come out. And so it begins.