We ran, among the 12 of us, about 180 miles. Micah covered 23+ of them, I did 17. We ate lots of homemade granola bars, bananas, hummus, bread with honey butter and peanut butter, and a turkey reuben sandwich. We brought enough food to feed the whole van and then, most of the time, decided it was too close to our next run to eat anything.
Oliver slept while we were driving and made pleasant baby sounds when we weren’t. We discovered his love for “How Much is That Doggy in the Window,” especially the “woof woof!” part. It never got old. Rounds of laughter every time.
If I had a dime for every time someone asked which legs Oliver was running, I could probably buy something at the dollar store. Give him 16 years, I thought. (Not that we’re going to make him run if he doesn’t want to, but I think it would be awesome to do this with the boys when they’re older.)
My favorite moment was when I blew by a shirtless guy with a tattoo during the last mile — a pretty steep hill — of my 8-mile run.
Micah passed way more people than I did and probably didn’t get passed at all because he is a rock star.
I was running sub-8 minute miles (like, 7:58 or something) which I never ever ever in a million years thought I could do. Micah was running sub-7s because he is a rock star.
We lost 8 pounds between the two of us. Probably water weight, although we tried to keep ourselves hydrated.
We were both really pleased with our consistency: we didn’t go out too fast, we didn’t end up running slower at the end. And we finished feeling great.
I think we used the portapotties about 7,836 times, just because it felt like the best use of our time while waiting for our van’s turn to run.
Our t-shirts are awesome (see picture above). One of our teammates designs shirts for American Eagle, so he designed our shirts. They are awesome. I’ll post a better picture later.
The finish line had this amazing view of the City, with the George Washington Bridge and the Empire State Building. It was gorgeous. Too bad we didn’t get a picture of it.
Last week, before the run when we were burned out of training and stressing about the pasta party and the van rental and anxious about the boys and annoyed at all of the rules and changes in the course, we were pretty sure we would never want to a Ragnar again. But we haven’t been able to talk about anything else since we got home. I don’t know how long it will be, but I’m pretty sure this won’t be our last relay.
Who’s in for the next one?