I admit that it's entirely possible I need to rethink my priorities. Maybe.
- 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.
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 thenext 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.
Daylight helped with that. A lot.
And with that, the Ragnar journey came to an end. A few hours later….BEST. SHOWER. EVER.
Big plans for 2014. Big. Huge. And I need two healthy feet. Maybe I'll take up knitting in the meantime.