It is currently 2:30 in the morning and I am up. 3 a.m. call time and we are shutting down an interstate in an hour so 8500 people can run over the Skyway bridge in St. Petersburg, Fl and in 2:30 we are going to shoot off an actual Howitzer 6 times. . This is our world and it’s at times bizarre, but it’s always an adventure.
Your races are put on by some of the genuinely greatest people I know, and not just our hometown crew. Ted the Man, V, Norm, Nan, Lew Kelly, Guess, Tracy, and on and on the list goes. It’s like the land of misfit toys. Race carnies are the best.
When you walk up to any race, know that 1000 hours went into it. Sleepless nights and grayIng hair. They try to think of every possible thing before the race and every single race something unexpected happens. A train blocking the course after you had 3 meetings about there not being trains? Yep. A 6 ft deep 5 ft wide, 100 ft trough dug into the road with and the city doesn’t even have a permit for on a Saturday before a Sunday marathon. Sure. That’s happened. Seamless to you, controlled chaos to us.
The amount of sleep over a 3 day weekend is what you’d usually get in a night. Some of it is self induced because we like to unwind but that just makes it better.
Last night we threw axes and celEbrated a job well done. Today was another successful endeavor and we are happy, sunburned and exhausted. So we are all putting on tuxes and going to a gala. I mean because, why not?