The Uwharrie Mountain Run came and went on Saturday, with terrific weather (terrific for this sort of thing at any rate) in the 25-45 degree range and sunny. Three things make the Uwharrie 20-miler my favorite race each year:
1) The fact that all or most of my friends generally drive down for the race (it's close to Troy, NC). 2) The race is all single-track trails of the roughest sort, with plenty of climbing, jumping, and creek-crossing required of every runner. 3) It is the best organized and managed trail race I have ever seen, from the hand-crafted awards to the clear web site and communications to the cheerful demeanor of the race organizers and volunteers.
This latter quality may arguably make it one of the best races in North Carolina. This year's race marked a transition for me--as my first race since my father died just over a year ago. I took it easy and enjoyed myself and am hopeful that things will look up from here.
Despite enjoying the race, the bumpy part of the week commenced mid-race with a nasty fall on an icy wood bridge that tore up one shin and left me bruised. I shook that off after a few minutes, but I think the whole experience ended up shredding my immune system pretty well. By late Sat. afternoon I had come down with a cold. On top of the usual post-race hobbling about, on Wednesday morning I awoke with some kind of GI virus.
In the good news department, however, I met with client B this week and they are ready to move forward. And yesterday--in between sessions of lying about in a semi-coma--I spoke with a terrific company that may become a new client. Lots of promising material there for viral PR along with what seems to be a willingness to take a creative, non-advertising approach to marketing. So, if I can ever get my finances in order, things may really start to look up.