This was a brutal race. Weeks ago, the checkpoints were posted, and hundreds of people plotted out their course, figuring it was
going to be 27 miles or so. That distance alone probably weeded out the seriously weak. Still, 109 people came out to race on a chilly late
October afternoon. What no one knew was that Guerros Sin Frenos had a trick up their sleeve. This was not a 27 mile race. There was no one best
route to finish this behemoth. This race was split up over three manifests - each of which you had to return to the start/finish line on 20th St. & the East River to retrieve.
That made the race an estimated 45-50 miles long. Only 24 of the 109 stuck with it long enough to find out for sure how shitty that felt.
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TEAM RACE
1. Team Chunk 666: Dan G., Paul, Ellen
2. Team Fuck Off: Ken, Brean, Brandon
3. Team Prentis
4. Emma, Will, Joe
5. unknown team
6. Team Times Up
7. Andrew, Alisso, ??
8. Smart Lords of Brawltimore
9. Pram Crushers
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