After Ellen was a few months, some friends from church invited me to join their running group. When they told me they met early Saturday mornings (sometimes as early as 6am) I wasn’t too thrilled, but figured I would try it at least once to be polite. Well, after my trial run I was addicted and now look forward to getting up early every Saturday. It reminds me of the Cross-Country Days, except we all have kids.
Last weekend we (plus one of the gal’s sons) ran the Colorado Ragnar. We didn’t win, but we did set a record of a different kind. We were the first team ever to get Disqualified. Pretty impressive, huh? Unfortunately, I don’t have a crazy story for you. One of our team members just forgot to ask for the day off work and we couldn’t find anyone else. For awhile, three of us (I was one of them) were going to pick up an extra leg, but the Ragnar Team kindly let us just skip those legs under the condition that we were no longer eligible to win. Sadly we had to surrender our chance at victory (ha), but I’m glad I didn’t have to run an extra six miles. (I’m not in that great of shape.)
Noel fought a good fight on the home front and watched the kids all by himself for 24 hours. He did a great job and didn’t complain once. (Although when I called to check on everyone he did say, “Please don’t die, I can’t do this by myself.” 🙂 ) In the morning he even packed everyone up to come and watch my final leg.
I appreciated how glad they all were to see me when I crossed the finish line. Of course, no one was more excited to see me than Ellen, who apparently had not been left with as much milk as she would have liked. A guy that was waiting to start his leg asked me if I got a handicap for breastfeeding. A valid question, I thought 🙂
All in all, it was nice to prove that I’ve still got it in me.
Okay, so this is kind of late, I know. The race did end Saturday. However, Audrey tore it up on her final leg and I have to let everyone know about it. Her final leg is known as the Ragnar leg, which was supposed to be the most difficult leg of the whole course. It was 4 miles, all uphill at average of an 8% incline.
Most of the people “running” this leg actually walked it because it was so difficult and they were all so tired. Not Audrey, though, she was truly Ragnarly.
Thirty-one hours after starting, the whole team rolled into Park City triumphant and just ahead of a torrential downpour and thunderstorm. Oh yeah, and they were all wearing tie died dyed stuff.
So, tonight I stayed with Emily and Dan in Coalville and their house is directly on the race course. All night long people were running by. The dogs were going nuts. The fortunate thing is that this part of the course was one of Audrey’s legs, so we got to see her run by and cheer her on. She was keeping up a good pace and passing all the guys as usual.
This leg was a tough one, a full 7.7 miles of rolling hills. She made it to the exchange point about sunrise strong, happy, and tired. Only one more to go…the ragnar.
ragnar (n). In mythology and legend, a man[or woman], often of divine ancestry, who is endowed with great courage and strength, celebrated for his [or her] bold exploits and favored by the gods.
I just got invited to join a Wasatch Back team, which makes me both nervous and giddy. Nervous because I haven’t been specifically training for the event and it’s next weekend. Giddy, because what could be more fun than a 24 hr+ relay? I get to run three legs and one of them is the “Ragnar” leg, which is supposedly the hardest leg of the run: four miles with a 1678 ft gain in elevation. Hopefully I will be endowed with great strength and favored by the gods.