The loop: off-trail, unmarked, and brutal
There is no flagging and no GPS. At camp you copy a master map onto your own and get a set of written clues, then you go find the line yourself. A lot of the loop is not runnable in any normal sense, it is hands-on-knees climbing up things with names like Rat Jaw, Testicle Spectacle, Little Hell, and Big Hell, then plunging back down loose, leaf-covered slopes that hide the rocks and the holes. The saw briars are real and they shred you. Expect to come off a loop bleeding, scratched up, and humbled.
Because the course changes year to year and the loops alternate direction (two clockwise, two counterclockwise, and the last one chosen by the leader), there is no shortcut from experience. You are reading terrain, not following a path. The runners who do well here are as much navigators and mountaineers as they are runners.