Last weekend I ran approximately 13 miles in the middle of the Nevadan desert. "The Valley of Fire."(But it was chilly) There were too many joshua trees to count.
My first leg of the race was awesome. It was 3 miles long and I had ten kills. I had a really nerdy head lamp and reflector vest on even though it wasn't dark. I think this is a picture from right after my first leg. (These are all Taylor's pictures, I didn't bring my camera) Bree, Aubreigh, Steve and I. If you look really close you can see the mark on my forehead from my head lamp.
I hate porter potties so much. I saw hundreds of them throughout the race. The toilet paper sucks. The hand sanitizer makes your hands smell weird. And everyone does gross things when they are racing.
After this we cheered for the rest of the team and then grabbed some subway sandwiches to supplement our diet of cliff brand products (including cliff shots, cliff bars and GU energy jell). We tried to fall asleep in a parking lot for a few hours, but our team was running too fast so we had to cut the sleep and drive the suburban to catch our runner.
I ran my next leg at about 2am, 6 miles, all slightly up hill. Pretty aggravating--because the only light I could see was coming from headlamps, tail lights of both cars and led's on the reflector vests and the moon. I could tell that the people ahead of me in the distance were running uphill. And aggravating because some bozo moved the "1 mile left" cone so I actually had about 1.5 to go.
That night I slept on top of a suburban and woke up with a hippie offering me a banana for breakfast.
If you can't tell, the guy in the picture above was wearing a thong over his spandex, and I hi-fived him. This picture was from my last leg around mile 11 or 12. I look nasto.
The rest of the race was fine, physically draining but I LOVED ragnar and will do it again.
Team Fugitive. 195 miles. 31 hours, 12 minutes, 23 seconds.
