Once Upon A Time...

...there was a married couple that really, really liked to run.  They would run races all over and call them vacations even though there was no laying around on a beach ever (what kind of vacation is that?), but they loved it.  Then three years ago, something happened.  The couple went to two different races, one in Utah and one in Nevada and as they were coming home through the vast and somewhat brown expanse known as I-80, they had an epiphany as they talked about all the things they liked and didn't like about the different races.  "What if we put on our own races?"  The brainstorming began on that day in a 1999 Toyota Camry with 250,000 miles and it hasn't stopped since (and neither have the ideas =)). 

So this blog is dedicated to enlightening all of our readers about the woes and foes of race directing. I know that most of you probably think that you wake up race morning and the t-shirts and port-a-potties magically appear out of nowhere.  But, alas, this is not the case, and you will find out that the scenes behind a Redline Race are quite comical.  For example, did you know that at the 2009 Jackson Hole Half Marathon, the night before the race, there was a huge windstorm and our port-a-potties blew over?  That was fun tipping them back over.


Or how these neatly folded race shirts came to be.

Or how this lone man can be so sleep deprived.

So stay tuned as the drama unfolds on the Redline Races Unplugged blog!

Happy Racing!