Our team, The Ultra Gyno Girls, was put together almost a year ago by EC, an enthusiastic ultra running OB/Gyn friend. She wanted to run the relay as a 6 person team and recruited JD, JD (wifey, also an OB), JH, DD, and myself. JD and I originally committed as a show of support for wifey JD, but when she found out she was expecting (I've got a boy baking in the oven), she backed out. Jake T was brought in as a last minute replacement.
A strained hamstring that I sustained while playing frisbee last week threatened to add 30+ miles to the other guy's legs. But, I went for a light jog Wed night and decided to give it a try.
This is how it went:
|End of Jake's 1st leg|
|JD blowing by some Weber guy|
One of the most interesting things about the Wasatch Back is the enthusiasm most teams bring to the event. Every team has two vans, full of runners, that are decked out with car paint and various decorations. Each team has a name and many make shirts that reflect that. For the most part the team names are a play on words involving mild trash talking or displaying team camaraderie, but a few were more edgy and likely offensive to at least someone out there.
|Oh the language...|
|On their van????|
I ran my first leg as a tribute to my man Lars Kjerengtroen, after whom I would like to name my first born son.
|Pronounced: Share-ing-tron. Weird Norwegians.|
The drive was entertaining with all the costumes and the beautiful scenery.
Erin, Jessie, and Dave ran well and likely passed hundreds of runners advancing the baton through the night. Jake was up next and was pretty psyched for his mostly down hill leg. He thought it would be cold so dressed in long sleeves under his reflective vest.
He was wrong and was soon bearing a fine midriff.
|Sorry ladies. Jake T has a girl.|
|Jason getting the baton for the second time|
My next leg was 12.4 miles and after the first 10 minutes, my leg loosened up enough to run relatively unfettered. By now the routine was run, eat, drive, try to sleep, and repeat. This went on a couple more times before all that was left was Jake's long 14+ mile last leg to the finish line.
|Jason handing off after a strong run up to Gaurdsman Pass from Heber Valley. Jake is off to a fast flat footed start.|
We made him down some gels and then sent him on his way to the finish line.
|Wide eyed with a mission|
|24 hours and 40 minutes later|
24:40: and change of running
A lot of gels, pizza, bagels, chips, pretzels...
Initially I was slightly chaffed to have to spend two of my only free days this month running a goofy relay when I could have been in the mountains. Turns out the goofy spirit of the race was contagious and I think we all had a good time in spite of being ill prepared. Might even be back next year.