6pm to 6am Dusk 2 Dawn will see 12hrs of trail running.
12hr, 42.2km, 21.1km, 7km events.
Do they knock or just creak the forest door open, and then their gone.
Runners will disappears, but then the whispering began, little voices in everyone's head, no two people hearing the same thing... will I or won’t I?
You enter at their own risk, only 7km (lap) to attempt at a time.
The gentle yellow flicker from the brave souls that dare to trick or treat running through the forest , will they be guided by the faint lights or growing daylight. But soon we heard the deadly whispering of the trees and vines that began to choke anything in their reach...
12am runners will see a change of direction. It also sees the brave souls of the Midnight 1/2 Marathon runners start.
The cobwebs hang from the trees and billowed in the breeze that stirred the dust from the forest floor. There they hang like sheets of hair from an spooky old witch, white but dirty and tangled through the trees. They blow off and cover the ground as the weary runners struggle by, they can only picking up the little glimmer of light as the moon struggled through the dense overgrowth of the forest.
Forgetting about candy entirely now they stand with bemused expressions, glancing at one another, waiting to be let in on the joke.
Are they for real, is this the way. Then feeling their feet to be hot, they began to race from one foot to another, they cried out in terror and ran for the checkpoint. With violent speed the air around them begins to get colder than ice, their muscles freeze, crumple them.
Are you game to take on the forest, only the strongest will survive.