Words will never be able to describe the hell we witnessed this past weekend at the McNaughton in VT races in Pittsfield, VT. The weather forecast called for a half inch of rain and instead we got 2 inches. It was a cold rain, then a warm rain. Then the sun came out for two hours followed by a sketchy Thunderstorm complete with hail. Followed by another brief (30 minute) break and then... more rain. Eventually after I bailed at 60 Miles... the rain turned to snow and wind kicked up to over 40 mph on the top of the mountains.
While I did in fact DNF, I made it through 60 miles which was my 1st goal. I learned the things that I really need to work on in the next month and a half leading into Western States and the rest of the Grand Slam. I know what my strengths are... and I go to see my ultra-family. I'm very satisfied and glad I made the smart decision to drop after 18 hours of trudging through the slop.