What a weekend! I just completed the my 2nd Ragnar Relay across the Wasatch Back. I have never seen more beautiful scenery, and I was reminded often just how lucky I am to live in this beautiful place. We started out as Van 1 in Logan. We decided to go up the night before and stay with my Aunt and Uncle in Smithfield. We hit a great pizza shop in Brigham City and were hit with the news that one of our teammate’s grandfather had died. We weren’t sure if Andrea was going to continue with the race, or need to be with her family. In the end, she decided that her Ragnar family could offer comfort and support.
After we arrived in Smithfield and got settled, we took a quick 4 hour power nap and then headed out early for the start of our relay. This year we decided to do the Scott’s scavenger hunt along the course. We were required to take a picture with an Aggie bull, take a picture in the Heber crater, video a team dancing to a song and so much more.
During the first round of our legs, we were notified that a fellow Ragnar runner had died running his first leg. The news was awful, it was hard to believe that an event like this could have that kind of outcome. It is believed that this was just something that would have happened, even if he weren’t running.
We carried on and completed nearly 200 miles between 12 runners. We ate a lot of dust, slept very little, became chaffed from Honey Bucket toilet paper and sweat our asses off in the triple digits. The only saving grace was my friend Kari let us crash at her place nearby after our van completed our last legs. We arrived to care packages for each one of us consisting of shampoo, body wash, lotion, candy, gum, hair products, deodorant and more. Then we sat down to a spread of food, drinks and ended with a nap. It was glorious!
When we headed out to the finish line to meet the other van, we found a teammate who was in need of hydration and the medics had to take her to an ambulance for an IV. Not only that, but they had to bypass an exchange and a runner was stranded at The Homestead and we couldn’t reach them. Our final runner was with us and needed a ride back to the Homestead. After about 2 hours of trying to figure out what to do and get our friend with the IV, we finally heard that the teammate stranded had decided to run an additional 4.6 miles to the finish line. Our actual runner met him on the course and they ran in together. It was amazing what we had accomplished in a short 35 hours and we were elated.