At the time I write this, it’s not just Saturday morning, but the last Saturday of April. On this day, traditionally, the Crazylegs Classic takes place. As loyal readers of this blog may recall, I’ve run the 8-kilometer-long Crazylegs each of the last three years (2016, 2017, and 2018). Each time, it was a great experience, though naturally the first of those three was the most amazing.
This year, however, I’m skipping Crazylegs. No it’s not necessarily because the event’s 8K course will go nowhere near Capitol Square (its traditional, and inspiring, staging area), thanks in part to the same ridiculous City of Madison permit changes that will prevent an LGBT pride parade on State Street this year. And it’s not because the finish line setup and post-race party wasn’t as fun as many of my fellow participants had hoped it’d be. (The east side of Camp Randall? *ugh* A DJ instead of a live band? *yawn*) And it’s not because that around the time this year’s race begins at 10AM, Madison will start to get whopped by a nasty spring snowstorm (miserable weather has never stopped Crazylegs before).