Isn't it true that most normal human beings will, when given a bag of trail mix, pick out their favorite nut or non nut. Or when given a bag of starburst, choose the pink and red ones over the orange and yellow? I think we are a pick-outer kind of people. Yes I made that word up, get over it. Some people hate the idea of picking out the best stuff and leaving the gross stuff for everyone else. The way I figure it, those are just the slow people who don't get there in time to pick out what they want so they complain a lot.
I am definitely a pick-outer so to give you an idea of what it was like to run the Wasatch Back, I'm going to pick out the best stuff.
On my first leg, the best part was passing the guy in the yellow shirt. Ashley (one of my New Zealand friends) pointed him out to me before I started. He left a few minutes before me and I didn't think I'd be able to catch him. Well, I did. I passed him about 10 feet before we were to exchange our baton (a slap wrist bracelet) to the next runner. VICTORY!
On my second leg the best part was passing a guy who passed me about 2 miles before. That means I had more endurance to keep my same pace (or get faster) over time, and he didn't. When you pass someone it's called a road kill. I think this one was especially sweet because he had passed me before. I wanted to yell: YOU SHALL NOT PASS, but I didn't of course because I was worried he'd mistake me for Gandolf or something.
On my third leg my favorite part was the young boy who was practically bouncing off the walls saying this was the best run of his life. He was helping me have a better attitude because I was pretty tired on this last run. He was probably 15 years old and was faster than me which kind of hurt my pride, but we ran neck and neck for a minute and he had such a great demeanor about him. Thanks buddy. My next favorite part about leg 3 was FINISHING.
Overall favorite part: our whole team picture at the very end of the race. I loved being on a team and we weren't ever all together until that last moment. My next overall favorite part was that this race kicked my butt. It was hard, and I am SORE, and now I feel like I can do anything because I did this. I love running- how can I describe the way I feel about running? Running will never break up with me, or grow old, or expire. Isn't that comforting? :)
Some people do drugs, I just run.
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6 comments:
Some people do drugs and run. Love your post!
I love the orange and yellow starbursts! Good job Abby
Joe
What a great post! Wasn't it just so motivating and fun!
I kept my eyes open for you the whole race... You must have road killed us and been way ahead. Oh well.
I'm with Joe--I love the orange and yellow starbursts. Good job Abby. You know this means I have to run it someday.
Well I did say most NORMAL humans pick out the red and pink.
I agree. The Wasatch Back makes you feel invincible. Thanks for being on my team. :)
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