Let’s get to this race recap, shall we?
To give you a quick run down, here’s the awesome bloggers that I spent the weekend with:
Officially known as Team Pumped Up Kicks!
There were 3 Melissa’s and a Marissa on the team. Because the name is awesome. And I get called Melissa on a daily basis anyways, so I pretty much just consider it my psuedo name.
Is it stereotypical to say that all bloggers love coffee? Cause I feel like they do [except Lorraine, who’s a hot chocolate girl]. After pancakes + caffeine, we loaded up the van and headed to transition 6, where we would meet Van 1 after their 6 runners finished.
We had a couple hours to kill, so I took a snooze at the base of a ski resort. Apparently that’s so Colorado, according to my van-mates.
After Van 1 arrived, Allie went a flyin’ to complete her first leg. You guys, this girl is FAST. I’m not going to be able to recap everyone’s legs, well because… I’m not a mind reader. BUT, I will tell you that Allie has the running capacity equivalent to a superhero.
I was runner 9, so I didn’t run my first leg until about 2:30 pm. First up on the docket was 6.5 miles with no van support. So, I borrowed Allie’s fuel belt, Lorraine’s head phones [I’m a mess, I know] and took off into this tiny New Hampshire town. I made up my mind to not wear a GPS watch or track my legs on my phone at all during this race. I didn’t want to know my pace, my distance or time. I didn’t care. I wanted to truly enjoy the moment and appreciate the journey. To be honest, this was the absolute best thing I could have done. By not stressing over numbers, I fell back in love with running. I truly appreciated the run itself and felt like at that moment, that’s where I was meant to be.
My run ended with some serious downhill, where I let my legs fly (and somewhat regretted it later when my knees started screaming at me..). Before I knew it I was heading into the transition area and slapping the relay bracelet onto Melissa’s hand. Leg 1 = DONE. And boy did I feel good!
About 2 hours later, Van 2 was finished and we headed to dinner. The inactive vans had about 40 miles to drive to get to each transition, so we made sure to eat near the area in case anything unexpected happened. I also spent a lot of time driving the van, which didn’t bother me one bit. I didn’t find it hard to navigate, and my van mates were surprised when I told them the only car I’ve ever owned is a sedan. I’m crediting my van-skills to summers at the lake hauling a boat around.
I digress. We stopped at Canoe for dinner, which HIT THE SPOT. I had the housemade veggie burger and a caesar salad. I figured lettuce probably wasn’t the best running fuel, but I was craving something fresh and boy did it deliver. I felt so much better after eating and downing multiple glasses of water.
Caitlin + Melissa had some IPA’s, but I’m not that brave — I had an 8.5 mile night leg ahead of me!
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After dinner we headed to the transition area to try and get some sleep. I hauled my sleeping bag outside (apparently that’s so Colorado, too 🙂 ) and found a nice patch of grass to settle in for a few hours. A few hours turned into 90 minutes in-between tossing, turning and wanting to cry over my night leg.
8.5 miles?? UP A HILL? At 3am?
The last time I ran anything close to 8.5 miles was during my half marathon in April, and that was on a full nights sleep. Not after being awake and inside of a van for 24 hours. I contemplated how I would survive. And finally fell asleep to the sound of the guy snoring next to me. It’s kind of weird, but that actually relaxed me.
A blurry tent/sleeping bag congregation.
When my alarm went off, I knew I had about an hour and a half before I’d start my night leg. Before I knew it, it was my time to go. I suited up in my neon yellow NB jacket <– the best jacket, FYI, strapped on my headlamp and blinky lights, and headed off for a dark, hilly, and what turned out to be peaceful, endorphin-pumped and wonderful 8.5 miles.
ANNNDDD… I’m going to leave off there. Stay tuned for round 2!