It’s all a blur at this point. The Hopkins Cross Cup race has come and gone again. We had a truly stunning turnout of racers and spectators.
A good chunk of the fun was out of the way even before Sunday, too. Spending a couple days in my new muck boots, walking around Hopkins, marking the course, staking the course, taping the course, all with the great help and comedy that comes with my staff and the Half Acre crew was a reward I hadn’t anticipated. And the Pag’s pizza we had afterwards… let me tell you. They say hunger is the best spice, but some other good spices are 5 hours of misting rain, walking in heavy rubber boots, 3 miles of caution tape, and a really overworked cook taking his SWEET TIME on our pies. All that led to the best pizza i’ve ever tasted.
Those Half Acre people are top notch folks. We couldn’t have done the race without them the last two years. Thanks again, all, for your hard work, your computer savvy, your baked goods, and your comforting shade of blue.
The course was fun, if I don’t say so myself. There were a few points in the race where I actually apologized to the guys around me for making the course just so. Especially the barriers in the woods…
Everyone we saw on the course looked like they were having a good time, that or having a heart attack. Either way, we took it as a compliment.