Unless you’ve been in hibernation for the last two years, you've heard the clarion-call of The Dirty Dash. No, it wasn’t the mating call of a moose. It was the starting bugle of the best race in town... hell, maybe the best race on the planet, but who has the time to fact check?
Let’s face it: you’re from Montana. You don't finish your drink and place it daintily on a coaster. You slam it down on the table or crush it on your forehead. You’re not indoors all year on an elliptical. You don't bathe with scented soaps. You run with the salmon and you shower in glacial lakes. You’re grizzly-wrangling, beaver-trapping, blue sky-watching, burly sons ‘a guns, with nothing to lose but your self-respect. And there’s no better way to lose it than by soiling yourself in front of the masses by diving bum-over-noggin’ into heaping piles of USDA Certified filth.
It's time to shed most of your clothes and all of your inhibitions. Stop gargling Listerine and start gurgling a mouth-full of mud.
In the only state where breaking the speed limit gets you a tip of the hat from the local police force instead of a wag of the finger, it’s time to break those same barriers afoot.
Hesitation will leave you pasty white and full of regret so get your team, get your gear, and get ready to soil yourself at The Dirty Dash.
Race Day Info Packets will be posted 2 weeks before the race with tons of info on parking, color partying, and how to clean the color out of your most sensitive areas.