So was the slogan for the Hardrock Lottery Run last weekend. About thirteen hearty runners gathered at Todd G's house to head into the foothills behind Ken Caryl Valley for a snowy trek through the trails. After the run, we'd all stick around for some food & drink while the results of the lottery were being announced via Twitter.
The odds of getting into Hardrock are minuscule. They operate on a ticket system and I had just one lonely ticket out of over 1300. I didn't expect to get in, but like the book Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, it only takes a single golden ticket to win a tour of one of the most amazing places on earth. With that slim bit of hope, I don't think anyone was immune to disappointment when the bad news dropped.
Back to the pre-lottery run. With over a foot of fresh powder in most places and temps hovering just above single digits, this was one challenging run!
|Here's Todd leading us up...and up...and up!|
|Our feet & ankles disappeared often.|
|Patrick with his frosty feet on display.|
|Half the group waiting at the summit. We had to start running again to stay warm.|
|I didn't get into Hardrock, but my knee sure whacked one on the descent of the run!|
I don't think it's injured beyond a bad bruise. I'm walking okay today, so I hope to test it a bit after another day of rest tomorrow. Bandera is too close to risk not letting this small setback pass.
During the lottery, it wasn't all disappointment. Brian Fisher got in, as did another guy named Gary from the Springs. For the rest of us, we look to next year and facing the astronomical odds yet again.
Thanks Todd for organizing the run, opening your home, reading off the tweets, and giving us a place to laugh and sulk!