Lucky you I’m going to try to condense one amazing/awesome/scary/painful/fun/inspiring weekend into one post. I know you’ll get 20 million updates in your google reader that you’ll soon be skipping past. How many times can we really expect you to read “OMG IT WAS THE BEST WEEKEND EVER!!!”. (it was,by the way) So I’m giving you the recap of MY experience only and let everyone else describe theirs.
I got in to Seattle on Wednesday, after quickly checking into the hotel we went to a Mariners game. Nuun had some fun team building stuff planned for Wednesday and Thursday. Things like team runs, the game, dinner/drinks and a “Amazing Race Seattle/Nuun” style. It was basically a scavenger hunt throughout the city where we took pics of iconic Seattle landmarks and put nuun temp tatts on strangers.
The swag was amazing as always. This year we had three teams, all “AfterNuun Delight” but divided up as Morning/Noon/Night. We all wore Team Sparkle skirts and bright fun colors. We weren’t required to wear them though, just encouraged. I wore the skirt for my first two legs, and ripped it off myself on the final leg and tossed it to my team. I didn’t really notice it the first two legs, but on the last leg it was riding up like crazy and drove me bonkers. They were a great way for everyone to recognize us along the way, people were constantly yelling “love the skirt”. I could see myself wearing it for another relay/costume run,but not on a regular basis, they just aren’t “me”. I know I’m bucking the trend here, but to each their own.
I was runner one again this year. I love this position. I get to run down a mountain.
I felt pretty good on leg one. Its a huge elevation loss and rough on the quads (and toes!) but you can’t beat the view. It’s gorgeous and I’m blessed to have run it again. I got the same “off” feeling around mile 4 that I did last year. Sudden headache,nausea and my legs felt like they were going to go out from underneath me. I think it’s an altitude thing, not sure but I expected it so just kept on moving. Man I love that leg.
I LOVED my van mates and had a fabulous time cheering them on as they ran. To address something mentioned on GOMI, you’r right, I’m not “physically” like my team mates. And indeed I’m not as fast as them, valid point there as well. Thankfully they never made me feel like LESS of a runner because of it.
My second leg was through Portland at 12:30ish in the morning. I went down to the exchange not totally prepared. XLMIC (our #12 runner) came in a bit early and I grabbed the slap bracelet and took off with loose tied shoes and my safety vest not situated and flustered. I ran over the Hawthorne bridge overlooking lights on the water. As I came off the bridge I started fiddling with situating my RoadNoise vest (which I love,by the way). I’ll be totally honest and admit I wasn’t paying attention as I was running, suddenly a rat ran out in front of me. I was startled and tripped over my own feet. Yes, I’m an idiot. To be clear-I’m not especially afraid of rats-I was just taken by surprise and distracted enough to fall. I got tangled up in my own feet (the rat was fine) and fell on my hip. A not so pleasant smelling but very KIND homeless man helped me up and I went on my way. It felt ok at first but the longer I ran the more it started hurting. But I finished the leg.
Not going to act a martyr. I totally messed up by not paying attention when running in the dark.
I slapped off to Corey and headed back to the van, asking for ice and ibuprofen. I climbed in the back seat and made a middle of the night call to Charles. I bawled as I told him what happened. The thing is-I felt so freaking stupid. I was angry with myself. I knew going into HTC this year that I was undertrained. Running hasn’t been a priority, BUT I was going into it uninjured so I knew I’d be ok. So yeah-I was pissed at myself for doing something stupid. Who falls when they see a silly rat?! Me apparently.
I had traveled with some muscle relaxers (holla!) figuring I’d take one on the way home, but decided to take one after that leg. I totally passed out and woke up as our runner 6 had just finished. I was shocked I had slept that long and I’m guessing my team mates hate me for it sorry guys.
My last leg was at 10 in the morning. Last year this Mist leg was my favorite, I felt strong and I went into the exchange yelling and smiling. This year would be different. Knowing I was hurting, my team offered to take my leg. I knew I could finish the leg but I also know it would be SLOW and maybe even just a run/walk. I didn’t want to quit but I also didn’t want my team upset by our slower time. Thankfully they said they didn’t care if I came in slower and they allowed me to run (I use that term loosely) that last leg. It was ugly but I finished.
I wasn’t happy with myself, I know I fucked up our time. I’m aware I was the slow one. It doesn’t feel good but I finished my legs, I had an amazing time and my team never made me feel bad about it. The great thing about Hood to Coast is that its MORE than just running, its about being a team, bonding, and for us-hydrating the masses along the way.
CLICK HERE for a full list of the team, everyone will be recapping in the weeks to come.
We reached the beach in 28:46:30 and celebrated in the Nike VIP tent.
I’d like to take a moment to thank Nuun. They went above and beyond to make this an amazing experience. I’m honored to represent a brand whose product AND people I believe in. Thank you for making our running dreams come true.