I think the Barkley is pretty nasty.

THAT LOOKS DOESN'T FUN!

Sorry, heat-addled.

Dude....fuck that shit.

While it lacks the begging-for-heatstroke factor, the Sri Chimnoy 3100 Mile Race is even more fucked-up than it sounds when you realize that it's not even Maine-to-California or anything, but rather 5,649 laps of a half-mile track.

A half-mile track in Queens, for God's sake!

man I thought my crazy friend Eszter was, well, crazy for doing the Tour Divide this year, which is a self-supported mountain bike race from Banff to the Mexican border... so basically 2-ish weeks of postholing through snowdrifts, hike-a-biking up unrideable rocky climbs and through unrideable sucky mud bogs, freaking out about grizzly bears, shaking the scorpions out of your bivvy before you lie down, saddle sores, sleep deprivation, glycogen debt, hypoxia and racing the hail and lightning storms down from above treeline on a near daily basis.

But hey, at least the temps rarely go above 100°F and then typically only for the last 5-hour dash from Silver City to Antelope Wells, NM. And you're on a bike, so you can at least coast on the downhills, hey? *snerk*

I agree with sperose. fuck that shit right in the ear.

there's a road bike ultramarathon called the Furnace Creek 500 that's likely every bit as nasty weather wise from what I'm told. Also in Death Valley. Californians have got some loose screws, I tell you, and ultra runners in particular are a special breed of off their rockers.

I knew it was time to start contemplating divorce when my ex decided to strap a headlamp on and run down the side of the Grand Canyon in the middle of the night, run across, run up the other side, and then run all the way back. Apparently even the dog can run a frigging marathon now.

Yeah.... no.

One of my cousins runs races, but I think he sticks to non-suicidal meets.