The Four Aces: The Story of Hilton 2005 - Part 1

 

Running into the Past -- Series Story 1
 

2005 -- The Four Aces, a Big Heart, and a Race only a Mudder Could Love

Part 1 - 12/3 Part II - 12/4
Part III - 12/5 Part IV - 12/6
 
Remembering Hilton's Special Championship at Portland Meadows Way Back When

 

You are digging through a boggy wasteland in a desperate flight from a pursuing horde of wild muck-encrusted frightlings, only a few of whom have any good intentions concerning your welfare. Your lungs are burning, every muscle is in agony, you can taste foul stuff in your teeth, and your foot is shooting needles into your brain at every step because of some twisted-up ligaments.

Clearly you're in great shape, this is a blast, and life couldn't be better. But even in these best of all times, there is one small problem. The guy whom you kind of look upon as the wise, maybe 20-year-old, village elder has just called to you from his semi-protected refuge to tell you that a friend up ahead is in trouble and in danger of slipping back into bad stuff. Only you can help.
What she did was beyond amazing. I've never seen anyone in sports put on a performance like that.  ---Denny Wilcox,  Hilton AD

So what's a girl to do? You know that your foot could be sending you a final farewell message at any moment, and you can vaguely recall something about a connection between valor and wisdom and that it doesn't involve reckless charges into oblivion. But hey, what would Kerri Strugg say, and what would Paris and Nicky do, and what would Freddy Mercury sing? And besides, you're a senior Cadet captain temporarily-ninja-hellion runner and there can only be one possible answer. Bite down on that foul-tasting lip, fire up the pistons, light out after your teammate, and pull her along with you to the relative safety of the timekeeping head-counters at the finish line.

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Hilton's Amanda Griggs charges to finish line at 2005 Nike Team Nationals just ahead of teammate Caroline Schultz.
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