I won't pick apart this race any further than it's already been picked apart. However, I will say that I will most likely NEVER do another Hot Chocolate race.
The inaugural race in National Harbor had way too many runners (greedy), was very expensive (greedy), gave cheap swag (greedy), and the so-called Chocolate Party at the end sucked (wasn't I running for the chocolate?).
It was terribly organized by RAM Racing. There was a lack of communication about where to go, where to park, and even where the START LINE was.
The only positive thing was the people and volunteers who worked the event. They were very nice and apologetic, even amongst 22,000 angry runners.
Unfortunately, kind apologies don't replace the actual race experience which can be described as "mass chaos."
Some of the runners are demanding a full refund. I wouldn't take it this far. I still raced. I even had a good run and PR'd for this distance.
However, I don't race because I expect to win. And no one pays ME to race.
Instead, I can explain best my relationship with racing via Rihanna's S&M song lyrics, "There's no way I'm turning back (Oh oh oh oh oh); Now the pain is my pleasure 'cause nothing could measure (Oh oh oh oh oh)." Like the sadomasicist I am, I actually pay someone else so that I can put my body through the pain. I race for the enjoyment of the experience.
Unfortunately, this was not a great race experience. The Hot Chocolate Race turned out to be made with sour soy milk.
The first three Louboutin Pumps were designed with the same uppers in different colors.
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