Georgia Death Race

Truth of the matter is, I registered for this race knowing nothing about it. I saw a friend had raced it, then a few friends registered, and I got FOMO. After I registered, only then did I look at the race details. DOH! Seventy-four miles and 16k feet of ascending and descending. Whelp, guess I stepped in it this time. Started digging deep and training hard with local friends by doing an absurd number of hill repeats. I may have gotten a little carried away with weeks of over 20k feet of climbing, of which one of those weeks was just over 30k feet. Believe it or not, I actually enjoyed most of those sessions. Type A "fun". The Ohio Crew Fast forward to March 28th, the day before the race. I had dropped off both of my drop bags at packet pickup, had my vest inspection performed to verify I was carrying all of the required gear, and picked up my official railroad spike that we were all required to carry which is meant to represent our burdens we carry in our lives. Leading up ...