I've
never been one to write full-blown race reports more than a few words
as I've never seen the need to have proper documentation of my tales of
badass racery (I find hearsay or uncited rumors work so much better), or
to remember what I need to repeat or improve at my future races (I
mostly run to sustain my perverse love of scotch, and because I can't
afford a therapist); however, after finishing Iron Legs yesterday and
witnessing a ridiculous show of community and sense of accomplishment, I
am compelled to offload a few memories and thoughts, and to issue some
well-deserved gratitude:
