The beginning of our third and final leg didn’t quite have the same finesse as our first two exchanges. Mostly because I was barely awake when I heard that runner 12 was less than 2 miles out and she was bookin’ it. This meant I pretty much had to stagger my way over to the exchange point asap. Thankfully, I don’t sleep naked (my van mates are also eternally grateful) because that would have been quite the walk of shame. Instead I managed to get myself where I needed to be, suck back a Gu (breakfast of champions) and get on my way.
This was my hilliest leg and I don’t even feel good saying that because compared to the amazeballs hills that were on my fellow’s runner’s legs, these were more like hiccups. Still, being the prairie girl that I am, anything with more elevation gain than 10m is going to challenge me and my pancake-land running legs.
I was fully prepared to to feel like crap by this point from lack of sleep, tired legs and poor nutrition but once I got going, I felt fantastic. Once again, I was lucky to have a gorgeous, scenic route to run along and I had the added bonus of running while the sun was coming up (my absolute favorite time to run, hands down).
After I handed off to Rachel for the third and final time, I felt a huge sense of relief and excitement.
And hunger. Mama was ready to devour.
But not before Rachel handed off to Janice and we made our way to the beach. Even though it was a bit chilly, and the water was freezing, I didn’t care: I was at the freakin’ ocean!! Wow factor x10000. It was pretty cool.
After Janice brought it home strong, Lauren went out for her last leg and we encountered our one and only exchange hiccup when we went to the wrong exchange point and had to boot it back to get poor Lauren (possibly still recovering from losing her way the night before), only for Julie to tackle yet another gihugic climb. She rocked out and soon was met by Dre at an all too familiar exchange point and she motored through her last leg.
Suddenly…we were done running. All that was left were beer, pizza and a triumphant trek across the finish line with our team to get our medals. It was a bitter sweet moment because it suddenly felt like it all went too fast and we were done. We conquered and graduated into Ragnarians!
All in all, it was a fantastic weekend and though it had some ups and downs, tears and triumphs, it was ultimately a weekend I don’t for a second regret. A lot of lessons were learned and a lot of self-discovery went on during those nearly 17 miles I was running. I can’t wait to do it again some day soon. I can only hope that I’ll get the chance.
As much as I enjoyed my time away, I was more than ready to see my boys again. And Fit Boy was more than ready to steal my race bling.
I have to give, yet another, big shout out to the good folks at Ragnar for not only taking such good care of us Bloggers but for running such an impressive event, keeping us safe, looked after and organized. I can only imagine the logistics that go into these events and these guys made it look effortless. And a special thanks to the volunteers who spent tireless hours helping out, calling team numbers, encouraging runners and always greeting us with a smile. Thank you!