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Standing at the base of the summery slopes of the Taos Ski Valley at 8:58 A.M., Patrick Smyth looked at his watch, looked around, then looked at me and asked, “Is this supposed to start at 9 A.M.?”
I had no idea. I had just road-tripped from Colorado to New Mexico to see some friends and run this race.
Before I could answer, Emma Page Patterson, the only other runner near the start line and clearly a local, chimed in. “Yes, it is,” she said. “But everything here runs on Taos Time, so it will probably be 9:15 or so.”
If you’re a runner, or if you’ve ever met a runner, you know this laissez-faire attitude is a far cry from the uptight norm. But this was mountain running, not marathon running. And while the three of us gathered at the inflatable start/finish line arch of the annual…
