|Yes, we medaled! (Well, that means we finished)|
About 8 p.m. 6/14/2012:
Our drivers in Van 2 (AnonymousD and his wife) say they know every McD's between Eden and Heber. (I know one at Kimball Junction. Are there really any more? Oh yeah, I know the one in Heber too.) So I will attempt to live-blog the race - even if rather sporadically over the next two days.
|Ragnar - Wasatch Back Course (What was I thinking?)|
I have to run my daughter up to Farmington when she gets off work in a bit so she can catch Van 1 as they are sleeping over in Logan tonight. Van 2 gets to sleep in (we aren't sufficiently team-spirited or organized enough to be there at the start). My newly married son is here with his wife to sleep over for him to jump in Van 2 with us tomorrow morning.
I am very grateful to my son-in-law who has done all the logistics. And my other daughter went shopping for our snacks. That's a great ease off my mind when I usually have to be the guy in charge of (or at least worried about) family activities. I've told them all along that I can make my segments running without having to walk. Just tell me when to get out of the van and I'll run 'til I see an exchange-point. Fortunately, I follow my son and hand off to AnonymousD, so I can remember those guys. The team is made up of our family and a nephew with various relatives of my son-in-law and a couple of friends from his neighborhood, including a (lucky for us) last minute entry with a cousin of my son-in-law to complete our twelve-member team after loosing people to training injuries or other issues.
So, I've got some running around to do before I can sleep to prepare for the running. (I've got to buy some moist towelettes, AKA diaper wipes.) I'll check in tomorrow morning before we leave.
7:00 a.m. 6/15/2012:
Woke from restless dreams - not about running, but about getting pictures and everything right in the blog. Gotta stop worrying about the computer and concentrate on running. [Actually, prophetic as it turned out.] Van 1 runners are an hour into it. Good luck to them! I'm getting packed up for Van 2 pick-up.
Oh, I do have to add one pic. My nephew, Ph.D. in Physics (and a good runner!), now ready for Ragnar in Van 2:
|Not exactly sure what the design is supposed to be.|
It looks kind of like Audrey II "Feed me, Seymour!"
10:10 p.m. 6/14/2012:
I found my missing sock! I have three pair of nice running socks (Gold Toe, moisture-wicking, half-ankle). Yesterday when I started to get my gear arranged, I only had one and a half pair. Last night, I found two missing socks while doing laundry. Then, just now, checking my old running gear in a shoe box for an extra pair of shorts, I found the missing sock! No more sock anxieties. Good night!
6:00 p.m. 6/15/2012
First leg, hotter than heck. But I passed SIX people!!! -one that had passed me and another that started before me. I didn’t count those who passed me.
My next segment is not running downhill to Mountain Green - but downhill to Henefer. That’s from Hogsback Pass on the Pioneer Trail, so that’s good (and it’s downhill).
9:00 a.m. 6/16/2012
This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,It wasn't the running. I made all my segments and never walked. It wasn't the food because our easy-access bagels, peanut butter, cheese, fruits, trail-mix, Power-ade, and sufficient water, were enough to keep us running.
this ain't no fooling around
I got some groceries, some peanut butter,But the Talking Heads, "Life in Wartime" kept coming to me as we had moved into survival mode trying to sustain basic life functions as we rushed from one exchange-point to another. After that first, wonderful break at AnonymousD's house, we never got much of a break. The couple of hours at South Summit High School after the literal "run all night" were not adequate.
to last a couple of days
Part of the problem is age. When I was a teen on Scout or band trips, sure, I could lay out in a sleeping bag on a gym floor and sleep. All I accomplished this time was stepping on some poor girl in the dark gym floor (which I felt terrible about). I thought she was a wrestling mat for our sleeping comfort. (I was a little delirious at that point).
But back to the running:
My second segment of seven miles went well enough even if I dragged a little. My boy had a tough slog of a few miles up from East Canyon Reservoir to the top of Hogsback. It was one of our funnest exchanges, though, in the dark of night with music and a great race announcer who notified of the approaching runners by number and cheered us on with much patter. I headed down the road.
The Ragnar guidebook identifies it as part of the Donner-Reed Trail. While fitting for the survival mode we were entering (it never got that bad), it is also the Mormon Pioneer Trail. I suppose the Donner Party did blaze it, but Mormons used it for a couple of decades and more successfully than that earlier disastrous expedition.
Once I cleared the bright lights of the exchange, I was following Cassiopeia in the brightly starred, moonless sky. The lazy W stayed ahead of me as I ran on down the canyon. The headlamps of the runners and the headlights of the constant stream of support vans cast shadows on the sage down in the dell to my left. I imagined the ghosts of the Donners, Reeds, and much happier Mormons of the ancestral variety.
I wasn't fast as the fact of the middle-of-the-night crept over me. But I made it down. A lot passed me. Then I finally was to Henefer and made a right turn where Scorpio was above me in the sky. That was a good sign because I was able to pass my first runner, then a second, and then trudging along disappointed that the one-mile-to-go sign appeared when I was hoping I had somehow missed it, I spurted just before the exchange to pass four more runners.
Then it was off to Coalville, another home of ancestors where my maternal Grandmother was born. So I had more friendly spirits watching over me in my daze. I dozed only briefly in the car and mostly later in the night-time mental fog of Wanship and Oakley. [And I confirmed with my daughter that there were wrestling mats laid out on the gym floor at North Summit High in Coalville. Obviously, a more civilized place than Kamas.]
Back at Coalville, we were worried about our youngest runner, a cross-country athlete whom my brother-in-law recruited from his neighborhood. And good thing too, because he was a great runner. But he was having stomach troubles and we kept going to look for him to make sure he was at the exchange when AnonymousD came in not to repeat the incident of a couple of Ragnar's ago when D was left hanging at the Coalville exchange for an hour while his hand-off runner and the rest of his van were apparently snoozing. But our young, star runner was in place as D came in and it was just after D's college-aged daughter came up for her volunteer stint reading off numbers.
My next run was after the night of no real sleep (just moments of dozing). And the sun was back. Fortunately it wasn't as hot as the day before, but my energy was already sapped from the obvious lack of sleep and the sunburn of the previous day.
Still, I made my 5.5 mile segment enjoying the gallows humor that my support van passed me at about mile 2 without noticing me, so they missed the water drop we had planned. Fortunately, there were enough kind people along the bright, warm, morning route to Midway offering water and a hose spray-down now and then. And at the exchange point, I surged passed a guy I had been hoping to pass for about the last three miles.
|AnonymousD and wife after his mountain run|
Our cross-country star took the exchange from D and flew up the rest of the mountain. The course turned just before Guardsman Pass to drop into Park City. Our runner could have made it even faster but he held back a little at the end seeing the high pass above tree-line and thinking he had to go all the way up there.
Earlier during the adventure, my wife texted me a one-word message, "Fun?" I responded philosophically:
"Challenging adventure. Not exactly fun is the right term."Her follow-up:
"Glad you are doing it?"me:
"later, for sure. Now? yeah. Pretty much. No stress or anxiety just exhaustion."We made it is the important thing. All our runners did well. I was especially pleased with my own son and daughter.
Last night I slept about 11 hours. I'm not sure that was enough but it's Sunday and my wife is out of town so at least I can sleep a little in church.