My husband and I have been runners for a very long time and have done many races, but that is one that even in my younger days, I would not have attempted. Those people are amazing and I really get a kick out of the kids. Even though they might be bruised and bloody, they are all smiles. Down here in the lower states, it might be considered child abuse, but those kids were having a great time. I think watching that race is probably one of my husband's all time spectator events. We go to the dinner the night before and he meets the people, then high fives them as they come off the mountain onto the street.