The Evolution of Dirty

There is but a mere 4 days until the event Aroostook County has been waiting for.

A select few will dare toe the line.
Hardy, gritty souls.
Dirties.

The rest of the dishrag, limp-noodle world will be fast asleep when the race begins at 5am this saturday.
At 1pm- the cutoff of AD30- these same people might be BBQing, drinking a beer and wearing Carhartts, discussing the rumors of what's been going on around town that morning.
"Did you hear about those people doing ____ over by the river this morning? I guess it's supposed to be some kind of race or something. I dunno, I think they're crazy, bub."

The start WILL happen.
The finish might not.
You'll laugh at things.
Even though you thought I might have been a little bit crazy before, you'll be sure that I've lost my mind.
You'll ask yourself, and the Volunteer Sadists, "Are you serious? You want me to do WHAT?"

With any luck, you'll eat right. You'll drink right.
You'll pace yourself and keep your emotions in check so you can make smart decisions in taking care of yourself.

Or maybe you'll be so caught up in the moment that you'll do none of these correctly...and end up crying in a ditch, cell phone to your ear and shivering, begging your family to come get you.

Think clearly.
Run smart.
And don't train hard these next couple days.
You're going to need some reserve.