Settle in. This recap is a long one.
Where to even begin? Relays almost feel like a wedding. You spend months preparing and thinking about it, getting the right outfits, finding transportation, travel arrangements, lodging and then in a flash it is over and you are left exhausted with a vague memory of awkward dancing that may have occurred around 3 a.m. without alcohol as an excuse.
On Thursday I headed to Portland to meet my Hood to Coast team- Hey, Wait for Me! After getting delayed in Las Vegas due to a late flight arriving, a missing air stewardess, the wrong paperwork and a storm (seriously I am not sure anything else could have gone wrong) and much panicking on my part wondering what would happen if I couldn't get there I finally arrived to be greeted by my friend Katie with my own personalized sign. Fancy! We even had enough time to hit up the Portland Running Company pre-team dinner so I could hand over all my money in exchange for much needed long sleeve swag and a hoodie......because I live in the desert.....fingers crossed for cold weather soonish.
For some reason all the teams started to bunch up starting around this time. And the traffic jam continued until pretty much the end. While everyone hates traffic, when traffic is preventing you from resting/sleeping/picking up your runner/ making you run extra miles to the exchange so you can keep moving forward it becomes rage inducing. A couple teams I talked with after said that the traffic jam delayed them by several hours. At least we were able to keep moving forward....though there was an incident where I ran almost a mile carrying a sleeping bag, dressed in sweats with no sports bra- wasn't expecting this to happen and hadn't finished changing- to get one of our runners to the exchange (I had to carry the sacred clipboard to track times). This traffic issue was a major complaint and due to this obvious fail in planning and logistics would make me think twice before doing this relay again. Relays are supposed to be fun not super stressful oh my god we are never gonna get there, ahhhhhh.
Our third legs were during the heat of the day again, except for the last two, as you got closer to the coast it got cooler. And then we were in Seaside, but due to some bad navigation (my bad) and parking confusion, finish line uncertainty we ended up running the last mile or so with our runner kind of in a panic (this time there was a bra but dressed in sandals) to make sure we could cross the finish line. I guess in prior years the whole team had to be present to cross, this year you only needed the final runner to cross so our panic was unnecessary. Just a nice little cool down mile for Van 2. At the beach we met up with Beast Van and were cued to run through the finish again as a team, handed some medals and released to party....except at this point Van 2 was kind of fed up with the whole thing after sitting in hours of traffic and Van 1 had been there forever and we were all kind of tired. So high fives all around, took some pictures and headed out.
|Sometimes you just need glowy bracelets and a bandanna to run or take the greatest picture of all time.|
|Team Hey, Wait for Me ran from Mt Hood to Seaside Oregon in 32 hours and 7 minutes.|