4 weeks, 1 day

29 days until the much-anticipated, super-fun(?), AD30.
I'm very excited to see so much interest from people that haven't even run a marathon.
If you haven't, that shouldn't stop you.

I mean, let's get this straight.
This isn't your typical pocket-protector, short-shorts wearer type of marathon.
You know, the type where at the start line, everyone is nervously eyeing each other to see who's the fittest, because they're so insecure about themselves.

This is about cool people who want to have fun, and push themselves to the absolute limit, so that they may finish and declare themselves a stronger person.

You do not have to be a "runner". You need to be a hardhead.
You need to be one Dirty SOB.

I've been exploring course options, and I can tell you, this is an experience you are NOT going to want to miss.
If you do, you'll hear all about it around town, and you'll spend the next 364 days crying in your beer with your evil friend, Regret.

29 days.
Hit the gym, Dirties.

krp

Some "Rules"

OK Dirties.

Time for a few rules.
Maybe not rules.
I'll call them Suggestions....why?

One, I hate rules.
Two, if you go against my Suggestions, you might find the AD30 a little less enjoyable...ie, I'm going to make you more miserable.

Suggestion 1
You must wear some type of costume to start the race.
Failing to do so will...well...I won't get into that.
Just wear a costume, or you're going to hate your life for 8 hours.
You might want it to be somewhat minimal.
Do whatever you want, I don't care.

Just don't show up in a damned Milwaukee Bucks Mascot suit, you'll die of heatstroke.
Unless that's the way you want to kick off.

Suggestion 2
Bring an extra pair of underwear.
If you don't wear underwear during running, you must still bring underwear.

Suggestion 3
Plastic bag for cellphone. Unless you have a waterproof phone.

More to come. You have 39 days to get your mind right.

Flyin', flyer, flyest?

I made the flyer today.

It looks like a 2nd grader did it. Maybe worse.

You know what? I love it.

What inspired me to create this event?
Our society is taking all the fun out of life...that's what.

People want to plan.
They want have to their ducks in a row.
They want to know what's coming, and they want to have a folder for everything...with other folders inside those. Each of those are tabbed, with another set of folders that are labeled.

Well I'm sick of that. Enough organization.
Enough planning. Enough yuppie-ism.

Nobody in the Old West had an I-Pad, Flight Deck, or even hydration.
They made do with what they had, and never cared about average speeds or stock markets.

The universe needs The Dirty 30.
In a world of control, it's time you lost some for a while...
and Got Dirty.