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Sunday, August 21, 2011
Thank you!
Thank you thank you thank you! I don't think I can say it enough. What a crazy fun unforgettable experience had by all (at least I can say that for van 1!). I sure am glad we finished in just under 30 hours because I don't think I could have take much more heat from my van mates. After spending 30 plus hours in a van, surviving on 2 hours of sleep (if you're lucky), running 20+ miles, not showering for 80+ hours, and drinking beer -- things get a little crazy. It sure was fun though and we all survived -- barely.
My last leg of 7 miles was one of the toughest runs I have ever done. My legs were tired, my body ached, and I wanted sleep, beer, and food. Before heading out I had a little talk with myself - looked at the leg elevation and decided this was possible, and not only was it possible - but that I was going to rock it. After all, the faster I ran, the sooner I was done. Plus, according the the leg elevation this was going to be my "easiest" leg yet (it was tagged very hard!). It consisted of a few rolling hills but the overall grade remained the same. and -- whoever put that elevation in the the rag mag was a complete LIAR. those rolling hills were like MOUNTAINS. I wanted to die, but luckily I had awesome van support and they drug my ass up all those hills by positioning themselves right at the top. Brenda and Suzie knew I wouldn't walk if they were watching (damn them!), so they leap frogged it for 5 + miles offering smart ass comments along the way to bring a smile to my face. Heck, they were so nice that they even stopped to offer water - to the person in FRONT of me. How nice, right? Here I am, dying along the course, parched and mentally defeated and those fools give MY water to a complete stranger. How thoughtful. But, luckily for them - Honeybadgers don't care - and I got over it. Plus what that stranger didn't know was all that was left in my water bottle was mostly backwash. More power to him. Hope it tasted good. Poor guy. needless to say, I survived all 7 miles. The outcome wasn't as good as I hoped, but here I am, still alive.
After our van finished our legs, most showered - I didn't. I opted to shut my eyes and sit in the smelly van for 10 mins in hopes of getting a little rest. Complete fail. Oh well. After everyone showered, we headed to a restaurant for some grub, then to the finish line for some beer. Once we got to the finish line and had some beer and began to unwind things got ridiculous (to say the least). I won't expand here, but I would like to note that everytime I put on running shorts I will be thinking about my ass. Whenever I put my hair in pigtails I will have nightmares, and whenever I see a horse I will have flashbacks to Saturday afternoon/evening. Enough said.
Thanks team honeybadgers for a weekend of reprieve for everyday life. It was much needed.
My last leg of 7 miles was one of the toughest runs I have ever done. My legs were tired, my body ached, and I wanted sleep, beer, and food. Before heading out I had a little talk with myself - looked at the leg elevation and decided this was possible, and not only was it possible - but that I was going to rock it. After all, the faster I ran, the sooner I was done. Plus, according the the leg elevation this was going to be my "easiest" leg yet (it was tagged very hard!). It consisted of a few rolling hills but the overall grade remained the same. and -- whoever put that elevation in the the rag mag was a complete LIAR. those rolling hills were like MOUNTAINS. I wanted to die, but luckily I had awesome van support and they drug my ass up all those hills by positioning themselves right at the top. Brenda and Suzie knew I wouldn't walk if they were watching (damn them!), so they leap frogged it for 5 + miles offering smart ass comments along the way to bring a smile to my face. Heck, they were so nice that they even stopped to offer water - to the person in FRONT of me. How nice, right? Here I am, dying along the course, parched and mentally defeated and those fools give MY water to a complete stranger. How thoughtful. But, luckily for them - Honeybadgers don't care - and I got over it. Plus what that stranger didn't know was all that was left in my water bottle was mostly backwash. More power to him. Hope it tasted good. Poor guy. needless to say, I survived all 7 miles. The outcome wasn't as good as I hoped, but here I am, still alive.
After our van finished our legs, most showered - I didn't. I opted to shut my eyes and sit in the smelly van for 10 mins in hopes of getting a little rest. Complete fail. Oh well. After everyone showered, we headed to a restaurant for some grub, then to the finish line for some beer. Once we got to the finish line and had some beer and began to unwind things got ridiculous (to say the least). I won't expand here, but I would like to note that everytime I put on running shorts I will be thinking about my ass. Whenever I put my hair in pigtails I will have nightmares, and whenever I see a horse I will have flashbacks to Saturday afternoon/evening. Enough said.
Thanks team honeybadgers for a weekend of reprieve for everyday life. It was much needed.
Almost done...
Steve definitely jealous! Still haven't slept in my own bed! Finished the Half in 2:38. Felt good most of the way but our legs want to die after 10 miles today! We even got recognized from other people who ran Ragnar (none of them ran the Half). Waiting for our big greasy cheeseburgers at Lions Tap! We made a new term. When you run a race the day after Ragnar and you pass someone it's called getting Ragnared. It's like getting chicked or Roadkill!
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