mann's creek and a 10k

Caleb and I drove to West Virginia after Fayetteville was hammered with rain. We left JC at 5:30 a.m. Friday. Three hours later, we were sitting in a parking lot in town without a clue. A creekboat laden truck drove by and I called out "chase that motherfucker"! I think we scared Justin, but he gave us some valuable beta. We talked to Brian Kirk and drove to Mann's to check the level.



Three hours later, we dropped the first of many falls.

When we put on, the level was 4 inches. This is the gauge several hours later. Zero is minimum, 4 inches is medium, and 8 inches is high.

We rolled back into JC at 8:30 that night. 15 hours of logistics for 3 hours of paddling, and it was well worth it. Mann's is reminiscent of the West Prong, but longer and more remote. Thanks to the local boys for showing us down.

The next day I ran a 10k at Davy Crockett State Park with Alenda and our friend Russell "the Big R" Marcus. It was Alenda's first road race and she performed well, coming in third in her division.

I was hoping to whip the Big R's ass. He maintained a 15 to 20 second lead on me for the first 2/3 of the course. I caught him at mile 4, and we were neck and neck coming into the finish. He saved some juice for the final sprint, and I blew my wad. He crossed the finish line 25 seconds in front of me, proving once again, that he is a superior road runner. He was 10th overall, finishing in 42:25. I was 11th with a time of 42:50.