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I caught up with our favorite furry racers this morning just after they picked up their horse at the start. They were feeling rested, well fed and loved. I scratched behind their ears and stroked their tails...ok we'll leave that alone.

Suffice it to say, they were dialed in and ready to race. I chatteed a bit with Jason about their take on the heat and how much food and water to carry. Basically their going to evaluate their fluid intake as they go and gauge how much to carry out of each Water Station based on the rate they're guzzling up to that point. You gotta strike a balance between not bringing enough and weighing yourself down.

He also mentioned that they'd packed a ton of food to ensure they wouldn't run out of...pellets...before they got to their food boxes up the course.

They're going to be wearing the same clothes for 3 days at least. Right after I finish this post I'm going to check and see if smellyrabbits.com is already registered.

Oh ya, I had the fortune to ride around the course today with the Outdoors Editor of Men's Fitness magazine, Noah Johnson. He's a New Yorker through and through and came packing an iPod stuffed with a fat library of great music I've never heard. What do you want...the music scene in Greenville, SC just isn't what you're gonna find in his stomping grounds. We got chatting about the Rabbits and he mentioned that he's been talking to them about a piece in a future issue.

As of this post the Rabbits are hopping along in 42nd place. Frankly a comfortable spot in the middle of the pack might be the place to be this early in the race. Given the heat I experienced today, odds are at least half the teams in front of them will simply drop out for having pushed too hard too early. That and the fact that between them our crew is sporting 16 lucky feet bodes well Rabbit fans :-)

I'm hitting the course early tomorrow morning. Be back shortly thereafter with pics, quotes, smart remarks and more of the same non-sense you've come to love and expect.

Hop on hommies,
Yak