Ugh. In the days leading up to the race, we endured record rainfall, turning the trails and firelanes into mud chutes. Heavy rain continued to swamp Forest Park on the morning of the race. I knew it was going to be a tough day and although I tried to mentally embrace the conditions, I wasn't looking forward to the potential diggers, blasting through constant wet curtains of overhanging branches, and, of course, the ass-crack-wet soakfest. Luckily, the temperatures accompanying the heavy rain were warm enough to minimize the general misery. In the end, the weather was definitely a factor, but it wasn't that bad and could have been a lot worse.