Whether you're Catholic, Protestant, Mormon, Rastafarian or Buddhist, at the end of The Dirty Dash you'll all have to confess to God that you're a filthy mess in need of forgiveness.
Your whole lives you've been told what you can't do: Don't run with scissors, don't sneeze or your heart will stop, don't "mess with Sasquatch," don't sell WMDs to the Ayatollahs. Well it's time to throw away your tissues, dump your Adderall down the toilet and break all the rules.
You're not a bunch of sheep. While the rest of the herd is headed to the salted baths of the Four Seasons, you're headed face-first down a slippery pile of neoprene on the world's longest slip-and-slide. Are the other sheep doing the next 1/2 marathon? Who cares? You won't be able to hear their anguished braying of pain from 13.1 miles of hell. Why? Because your ears will be clogged with 2 inches of Rocky Mountain mud. Instead of cramps, heat exhaustion, and shin splints, you'll wind up with nothing but a big smile on your sloppy face.
So dress-up like a fool, act like a buffoon, finance revolutions, and run like no one's life depends on it... but please don't sell WMDs to the Ayatollahs. They probably got that one right.
By the end of this race you'll be seeing the world through muddy eyes, and believe us, it's brown, and it's beautiful.
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.