I completed my 5th or 6th Hood to Coast at the end of August. I've tried to rack my brain to remember how many years I've done it but they all blend together. This year however, with the exception of the worst traffic in the history of the race and 90 degree weather, was a blast! I felt prepared, had a fabulous team and the best van, got really great legs (not the ones connected to my feet), and finished at the beach in time to get home and crash by 8 that night. I'd heard that Hood to Coast is a lot like childbirth in that it is so hard and miserable, but somehow you still want to do it again. Now that I've had a baby I understand...actually not really. The race, I'd like to do again, but I'm still trying to convince myself that we need more than one baby!
I really enjoyed being able to squirt people in the face while they ran.
Agression channeled in an appropriate way, I think.
It was so dang hot, I hope they appreciated it.
-
One of my teammates wore these awesome sequined shorts to commemorate
his last run. Everyone loved them. People asked him if he lost a bet.
Here we are trying to pretend that we were happy that the port-a-potty
line was 45 minutes long (after sitting in a car for 3 hours).
And my fabulous van (and our driver...what a luxury!) doing our team salute.
It's supposed to be a swordfish, however it looked more like 'Heil Hitler'. Unfortunate.
Now I'm training for a Halloween themed half marathon at the end of October.
So little time, so many races to run.
2 comments:
Go Ambam!
Yay! What a fun accomplishment! This looks like fun (the miserable kind of fun - but fun none the less)
Post a Comment