From that point on things were pretty much a blur. No doubt my faint memory was due to sleep deprivation. I remember the spirit of the race, parade of people in costumes and decorated vans all around me.
I remember shouts of encouragement spilling out the window of team vans as they passed me. And my ever present teammates checking in to see if my fueling needs were met and to make sure I was doing okay. The last leg was the most difficult for me because it was heading uphill to the steep section where I would pass the baton to Joan. One of my teammates got out of the van to give me water, ran along with me for the last mile of my leg and didn't let me give up. Light headed and exhausted, I finished my part and relief came over me. I gave it my best for the 3.5 miles at 10:20 min/mi pace when I normally run this pace on a flat road. It's because of all my teammates that I pushed myself to my limits. Because of them, I ran faster than I would have if I were to run for myself.
|Cheering Joan on Leg 30 to Virginia City|
|My teammates: The Slackers|
I hope you enjoy the photos from early Saturday morning (June 2, 2012) until the race finish!