What an adventure.
I ran the Wasatch Back Ragnar race last weekend.
Here's pictures of all 29 hours.
One of the teams. I took this picture of a picture on their van because I thought it was so funny. They called themselves Zenas and seriously ran in those outfits. I'm sure the leather and swirly metal bras were a little restricting. I could never run in something like that.
I ran the Wasatch Back Ragnar race last weekend.
Here's pictures of all 29 hours.
One of the teams. I took this picture of a picture on their van because I thought it was so funny. They called themselves Zenas and seriously ran in those outfits. I'm sure the leather and swirly metal bras were a little restricting. I could never run in something like that.
We stopped at Snowbird Resort after our first leg for some grub and rest.
The scenery was absolutely beautiful.
My second leg was the best. I ran through Morgan valley right at dusk.
Here's the fun gear we wore during night runs!
And the view as I finished my last leg into Heber valley.
Going into the race I was a little nervous because I didn't feel very well trained. But I ran really well, kept a great pace, and felt amazing the whole time....despite the extreme lack of sleep, sweaty body, and cramped quarters.
We finished at Canyons resort and had a blast getting massages, and visiting the American Cancer Society booth. One of our team mates is a survivor so he received a medal. We donated cash, got tattoos, and filled out papers in honor of our loved ones who have had cancer.
Jeff met me at the finish! I was so happy to see him and talked non-stop all about the race--the people and things we saw and did--then by the time we were almost home I was passed out asleep in the car.
Here I am looking and feeling so disgusting and exhausted after my last leg. But I was done and so excited.
Here's the team sporting our Mozy orange. See that ONE other girl? Yep, just two of us. But she was a blast! We were both in van 1 and had some good times laughing about running skirts and all the other ridiculous things we witnessed.
And here we are crossing the finish line. I loved every minute of it--well the one hour of sleep, car sickness, nasty port-a-potties called Honey Buckets (very deceiving name), and disgusting sweaty body I could have done with out.
All that being said, I'd do it again in a heart beat!
