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Deadhorse 50k - the prose of race day thoughts

It was Friday, and I was driving south to meet a dear friend who was going to accompany me to the Deadhorse 50k race the following day. I left work and drove straight towards our meeting spot, the snowy wasatch skirted by golden brown foothills on my left, with foothills of similar caliber on my right.

Further south there was something rising from the hills on my right. There wasn't a stream or river to provide fog, was this dust? I tried to look for signs of wind; there was none.  Was this smoke? But the foothills were neither blackened nor glowing. Preoccupied with this strange phenomenon, I focused in as I approached the strange hills. The evening winter light was striking these hills directly, perhaps for the first time that day... and then I realized I was witnessing a rising water vapor, 'breath,' similar to seeing one's breath on a cold day.
The hills where breathing, sighing. Although I'd driven beside these hills countless times, and run across similar at …