So, Ragnar Relay Cape Cod. Where do I even begin? The fact that I ate more bread in a four-hour period than I had in two weeks (I’m talking heavenly delicious blueberry granola bread from When Pigs Fly)? Or that I got a total of 3 hours’ max of restless sleep? Or that I had three of the hardest runs in my life (or last four years) and pretty much was crying on leg #3, my second 9.6 trek? Or that I had an absolute blast and couldn’t stop laughing the entire trip?
Yeah, I don’t know where to begin either so let’s just start at the beginning. As I mentioned last Friday, I had completed a few of these Ragnar Relays in the past. As a matter of fact, I completed the Wasatch Back Relay, which was the inaugural Ragnar (it started back in 2003). When you tell someone that you are voluntarily paying to run between 15-22 miles and sit in a car for 24+ hours, they will probably think you are insane. I tried again and again to explain what would happen and why it was fun but it turns out you can’t comprehend what will go down on one of these trips – no matter how many posts and articles you read – until you have completed one.
As you read this I will be en route to start my 5th (or 6th since I can’t really remember) Ragnar Relay. Back in high school and college I ran the annual Wasatch Back Relay with some friends in Utah. Since that particular race happens in June, it was always a “fun” way to wrap up the school year. I put that in quotes because most people would 1) call that insane and 2) it really is somewhat of a 24 hour suffer-fest. My coworkers actually have started to just assume every PTO day I take or “vacation” is running related. So far this year they aren’t wrong.
Anyways, being a runner, I forgot what the pain was like and decided to do it again. This time around has been a bit more intense since I’m actually helping the captains get ready for the race and let’s just say the universe was very against us running. Between finding an additional 7 runners, runners dropping due to injury (total of 4 runners dropped), issues with driving insurance, and more injury, it’s been a fun time. I don’t start until later this afternoon and then I will embark on a total of 22 miles (9 + 3 + 9). Now if I don’t get kicked off the finish line (there’s a slight chance we may not make it based on timing…) it’ll be a grand success. I’ll have to check back in next week to let you know the result.
As for now, sit back and enjoy this week’s edition of Life of Late.