Vegas Ragnar

I sometimes wonder what in the world I get myself into, and that is exactly what I was thinking two weekends ago when it was 85 degrees in Vegas and I was running straight up hills. I also had this thought at 2 in the morning while I was running on a desolate road, and again on my third run in the middle of the day after getting 2 hours of sleep. I swore to myself that I would never again in my life run a Ragnar, and then somehow driving home I heard myself telling one of my teammates that yeah, I just might run the Northwest Ragnar with them? ? ? And, although running 188 miles day and night is crazy, I don't know it was kind of a fun crazy.


Ragnar-You take 12 crazy people and they decorate two vans and dress up like zombies or wear tutus and Elvis costumes. Then they ring cowbells, and cheer through bullhorns. They jump up and down alongside the road, and dance to their own beat day and night, and it is crazy, but it is seriously fun.






(Somehow in the middle of the night we found ourselves going into a gas station for water, and the next thing you know we are doing the can-can with the clerk. Only at Ragnar when I have not slept.)




Van teammates-Crazy, fun ladies. Oh the stories I could tell.


The Scenery-Vegas was billed as having a "beautiful red rock" landscape. Hmmm. . . . .it seemed more like barren desert, but I guess that is beautiful in its own way?


Roadkills-You get one roadkill for every person you pass. How could I not take on the challenge?


Becoming tough- This headband says, "I eat hills for breakfast." which is about as far away from the truth as you can get. I hate hills, but they couldn't be avoided, and so I ate them as best I could and toughened up.


Running in the middle of the night-seriously the middle of the night. Craziest thing ever running at 2 in the morning with your headlamp on, a little tail light on the back and a reflective vest. However, I'm not going to lie it was my best run for two reasons. One, it was cool and serene, and I actually liked it. I just looked for the flashing red tail lights of the runners and waved at the vans stopped alongside the road cheering us on. However, the second reason it was my best run was because it was desolate and dark and I didn't want to get kidnapped. Fastest run in weeks. :)




Three runs in 24 hours- There is nothing that feels so good, as checking off each box as you finish a run in this marathon of runs.


The finish line!!!! As your last runner finishes, the whole team waits for them and then you all cross the finish line together. It really is a team effort. Loved it!!!!