I’m not 100% sure, but I think the last time I ran a race while it was snowing was a year ago exactly. In Antarctica.
It is thankfully not quite as windy as it turned out to be at the bottom of the world… but it’s pretty dang cold too.
From the relative warmth bErin’s the third floor window of my inexplicably labeled hotel room 411, it looked like just a light dusting.
The reality on the ground is a bit different…
I probably should’ve just driven directly onto the Biltmore Estate but I was kinda glad not to be navigating the smaller roads within the property to get to the starting village.
And so now we wait. Not st Cedric’s obviously. But huddled in corners, people shivering and scrolling through their Facebook feeds, while a generic Kenny G Muzak track plays throughout the Biltmore.
