Sorry knitters, no yarn or knitting to be seen here today. Today is about running in Colorado. Indulge me.
After using most of my 2012 vacation time to travel to
running and triathlon events, I made Mike promise that we would take a
non-sporting event vacation in 2013. Early
in the year, we were just starting to plan a week-long trip to England when a friend invited us to join his
Ragnar Colorado relay team. I was dying to do a Ragnar event so I
completely went back on what I said, the England trip was cut down to a long
weekend, and now instead of having visited Scotland, I can say I've been running in the mountains in Colorado at 3:30am.
I admit that it's entirely possible I need to rethink my priorities. Maybe.
For those unfamiliar, Ragnar is a 200 mile team running
event. Teams consist of 6-12
members, and the team runs the 200 miles relay style.
So it goes something like: runner 1 leaves starting line and runs to an
exchange point (anywhere from about 3-10 miles away). The rest of
the team scrambles to vans and drives to the exchange so that runner 1 can pass
a “baton” (but really slap bracelet) to runner 2 who heads out for his or her
mileage. The team then heads to the next exchange. Rinse, repeat. About 34 more times. Everyone runs at least 3 relay legs (teams
with fewer members run more often or longer distances) and the event is
continuous, which means nighttime running.
So Ragnar Colorado = running in the mountains at crazy high altitude
sometimes in pitch black darkness and
spending 24-36 cramped hours in a van.
And yes, something about that screamed “OMG, YES, WE HAVE TO DO THIS. SO. MUCH. FUN”.
The only problem was that my 2013 running sort of went like this:
- Winter/Spring: Ongoing foot tendonitis problems and not running. In my head: Whatever, Ragnar is going to be awesome!
- June: Strained left ankle and in a cast for 2 weeks. Uh, not good, but come on, I'll be healed up, trained, ready to kick ass at Ragnar by September.
- July: Ankle still painful so still no running. Hmm, starting to get concerned about Ragnar, but team captain switched me the to shortest run mileage position on the team so of course I'll be fine to pull off just 3 3-mile runs.
- August: Still not running. Well, crap.
With my ankle refusing to heal, I forked over lots of yarn money and had several dry needling
treatments at a physical therapist in late August and finally started to see some improvement. Too little too late though. The reality was I arrived in
Colorado without having run in 3 months and with still painful foot and ankle
tendonitis. I didn't care. I was determined to have my Ragnar experience. My motto for the weekend: tape that foot to oblivion and gut it out.
Mike and I flew into Denver on Thursday evening, and early Friday morning (Sept 6) we arrived at Copper Mountain Resort in Breckenridge. Having never been west of Chicago, I was getting my first good look at gorgeous Colorado mountain scenery.
Our first runner went off at 8:30am. Because of the way the team is divided, the
whole team doesn’t have to be at every exchange and my van consisted of runners
7-12. We still headed out to the first
few exchange points to cheer on the rest of the team, but there was a lot of waiting around for us this first day. I was runner #11 and finally laced up my running
shoes for my first run sometime around 7pm.
It was dusk when I headed out for my 3.6 mile run, so I was suited up with headlamp and reflective gear.
A good look, yes?
I headed out full of energy. I was running again. Wheeee! In a Ragnar relay. Yay!
In Colorado. Amazing! In the
mountains at like 9K feet elevation. SHIT. I. CAN’T. BREATHE. Less than half a mile in and I was gasping for air. And I mean seriously gasping. My first thought had been “damn, I really am
out of shape” but it quickly dawned on me that elevation was probably catching
up to this East Coast flatlander. I
slowed my pace and took deep breaths and got into a decent rhythm by mile 2, which was good because by that time, dusk had turned to pitch black.
I found Mike amidst a sea of reflective vests and blinky lights, handed over the bracelet, and sent him on his way. His first run was short too, and the next several hours were spent hunting up food and
trying to get a little rest on a gym floor at an exchange point before my van
was back on and we starting driving to exchanges again. This second rotation was tough. Everyone stayed positive but I know I was hungry, tired, and starting to get cranky. We all got lazier
about getting out of the van to cheer each other on, and the whole event seemed to be turning from something fun to something we were just trying to survive.
My second run was sometime around 3:30am. It was a short 2.6 miles on a bike path along
a river. I’m sure it was beautiful but it was pitch black so pretty much impossible to appreciate the scenery. Physically, this
run felt better than the first, but I'm so out of running shape that nothing
was coming easy. I consciously noted the
uniqueness of what I was doing and tried to enjoy the peace and soak up the
experience. With a throbbing ankle, I pushed up a small hill at the end excited to
hand off to Mike, but when I jogged through the exchange and shouted for him,
no answer. The small crowd at the
exchange let out a collective “awwww…”. Well that was anticlimactic. Mike came trotting
over a few minutes later, and I sent him on on his way.
With Mike's second run finished, our van went on “break” again. We all got a little sleep, and I took my time changing and cleaning up at the next major
exchange point where we would meet up with the other half of the team. I felt better in fresh clothes and with brushed
teeth, but I was weary of the whole Ragnar thing by this point. Really, this is what I chose over more time in London? My ankle was aching, my calves were full
of knots, and I was not really looking forward to climbing back into the van or grinding out another 3
miles.
Daylight helped with that. A lot.
Once the sun was fully up
and we were back on the road, I got a second wind. So much more to see and appreciate in daylight.
My last run was beautiful. It was along a valley between the mountains and I could
finally enjoy the scenery surrounding me as I ran. These last few miles were the toughest though. My left foot and ankle were throbbing, and I’m
pretty sure I had a golf ball lodged in my right calf so I took it easy running
a slower pace on the flats and walking up the hills. With the whole team cheering at the last
exchange, I soared in and handed off the bracelet to Mike for the last
time.
Mike had a tough 8 mile trail run for his last
leg, which finished at the Snowmass resort in Aspen. The team met him at the top of a ski slope and everyone ran down together to the
finish line at the bottom. I was
hobbling a little by this point and had to focus to keep my footing down the hill, but I managed to stay upright long enough to cross the finish.
And with that, the Ragnar journey came to an end. A few hours later….BEST. SHOWER. EVER.
Final thoughts on Ragnar? Amazing but exhausting.
A complete blast sometimes but really tedious at others. During the event, I said I thought I would be
one and done with Ragnar (I think I had been awake for about 36 hours at that point). But when Mike and I got home and starting looking
through the pictures everyone posted, every second of the hungry, cranky,
cramped minutes seemed worth it. Yes, I was in crap running shape and running injured, but the experience was still pretty awesome. I had to bail on a lot of events this year because of my injury issues, and I'm so grateful my body held together enough to let me participate in Ragnar. I doubt another Ragnar event is my near future, but I think I
would definitely do it again one day if the opportunity comes up. For now, resting my foot and ankle and getting it fully healed is priority #1.
Big plans for 2014. Big. Huge. And I need two healthy feet. Maybe I'll take up knitting in the meantime.