WORDS BY MICHAEL BATEMAN

Proud Mount Sanitas—the northern terminus of the Skyline Traverse, a classic parents-in-town hiking destination, testpiece of any Boulder uphill athlete—is just down the road from my house. Almost every week, my friend Jack and I do a lap before or after work.




During one of those Sanitas seminars, between yapping about our latest deals at work and planning weekend adventures, we conceived of an idea. This idea was nothing novel. It represents no innovation or creativity. The only degree to which it was notable was how dumb it was. That was the point.

“What if we did an ultramarathon of nothing but laps of Mount Sanitas?”

Between the two of us, we figured we knew enough people committed to the bit, folks with questionable mental health, and/or hardos to convince a few others to join us in this conquest of the useless. And so, with the aid of the talented Taylor Woolley, it is my honor to introduce, Slos.