It was a large wooden cart supported by over sized rubber wheels. Packed inside were suitcases, food, rain gear and junk. “We have come from England” one of the two cart pushers told me as I walked by. “We are headed to Texas but have to be back in London by September. There were blisters the first few weeks. We’re OK now”
The two gents from the U.K. push on reminding me that usually at the evening campfire meal the Tennessee girls really like their British accent, and more.
I learn that John the speediest runner at the start of the race has dropped out. He went too fast, ended up dehydrated and spent two days recovering in a remote hotel. Now this is no way to run a multi day road race.