Those plans were somewhat shelved when I woke up Sunday morning to steady rain that showed no signs of having let up from the night before. Because it's low and flat, Wakefield Park had turned into a mud slick, and the formerly dry stream beds were now filled with rushing, knee-deep water. Awesome! I like mud. Some places were a little precarious as they became very sloppy after several hundred people running over them, and because I was running 10 miles I had to do two loops, and you really didn't want to wipe out (lots of people did, of course, although I wasn't one of them) because there are lots of rocks. Whenever I put my foot in a stream I held my breath because there were some very deep parts where your leg would disappear, and some of the streams had rocks at the bottom.
Well Done. Rather you than me!
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