Hells Dells

HELLS DELLS 50k

Gunk skunks and dust crusts,
Year 3 is skidding into your micro-thongs (all genders, we don’t discriminate thongs) like that trail fart you should never trust. For you mortals who don’t know our secret hoove-shake, this is an officially unofficial fat-ass race from HELL. We are your alternative to normal….ruffling the feather-rufflers feathers.

We are the ones stealing your mom, spitting in your dad’s Doritos bag, making your grandpa crap his knickers, and giving your brother an awkward zerbert. It's the Satan’s devil-horned love letter to our fallen canines who inspired this earthshaker. The delicious humans in the Prescott Area Trail Runners crash the course and make it the beautiful disaster it has become.

Think Antelope Canyon on that good-good. Think Salvador Dali on tic-tacs and Ecto-cooler. Think Pee-wee Herman boogieing on slick rock. Think Camille Herron on OnlyFan….. sht, that didn’t age well. Think Fred Flintstone’s gazebo on David Lee Roth’s aura. HELLS DELLS Humpty dances life (some olds will chuckle).

To keep the kingdom funky, to give that continual middle finger to “the man”, and to show the community that it don’t cost much to make people smile, we are changing up registration. 1) There’s an unknown/limited number of spots available. Get in before we go underground…even further and go lottery/invite only. 2) During registration, all willing souls must answer why they want to enter HELLS DELLS and run from us. 3) All entrants will be waitlisted until Satan recites your answer backwards and either chuckles, taps his chest and points to bro or sheds a ____ (mad libs it). If your deemed worthy of being one of the _______, you will be allowed to enter the Gates of Dell.

We only wanna torment those of you who are down to ice pop, chant and horn nod to abrasive tunes, and hang afterwards to melt wax poetic about the limbs you lost. Let us know you care and you’ll feel how much we care. So if you’re butt-hurt about the new format or extra finger exercise, bye Felicia. Waitlist acceptance will move quickly.

Dirty Deets…:
Run Day- April 24, 2027 @ 7:00 am
Race Stats- 30.6 mi/3300 ft gain/loss
- 2 Stocked Reaper Stations (drop bags encouraged at both)
- One continuous lollipopping amoeba course with 28 unique miles
- Pre and Post Race crappy cellphone pictures with Satan Jr in her worst Reaper attire.
- The 15 duckets you put down for this slaying are your placeholder for this shindig. You get it back at race check-in or you can donate it to the the Satans’ “to HELL with taxes” fund.
- Enough Devils, Reapers, and Plague Doctors to make you piss your bloomers.
- This is an unofficial supported fun run that we keep time for. It’s well marked and even more well-supported. But read the waiver…..nothing scary….just people should actually read them.

More details on the website. We aren’t looking to steal your salary or be something we aren’t. Just a devil fam spreading love into the universe by smearing your face in a good-ass time. Even in HELL, Love Always Wins.