Damn Yankees!

As I sit here writing this, I'm actually still surprised that I have another race to write about so soon after our Kirby's Angels adventures.  The line from Christmas Vacation "If I woke up with my head sewn to the carpet I wouldn't be more surprised than I am right now" keeps running through my head!  This adventure was 100 percent unplanned and yet absolutely perfect thereby reaffirming by belief that planning is over-rated and spontaneity is often unappreciated and unfairly seen in a negative light.

Background information is lengthy yet necessary so don't skip this paragraph, unless you've run with me in the past two weeks then you've probably heard this story and this paragraph is optional.  My Granny turned 90 this past Thursday. It was a big deal.  I guess anytime someone turns 90 it's a big deal, but she had polio as a child and was given a poor medical prognosis and told she'd never have kids so for her it's an even bigger deal.  Well she went on to have 7 kids, countless grandkids and a bunch of great grand kids and she had lived a very active and full life.  She was a single mom for much of her life, worked hard at a factory job, was a granny for the local school after she retired, and has always taken such good care of her family.  Love One Another. is our family mantra and it started with her father, was continued by her selflessness and nurturing personality and will continue on in all of us when she's no longer on this earth.  In short, Granny Groove is just the best most awesome granny I could ask for. And she gets her nickname because she has always loved to dance! In fact, she's likely responsible for my lifelong love of dancing!  When we asked her what she wanted to do for her 90th she quickly said, "go to the dance club!"  Recently, her health has not been great so the dance club was definitely out and we really didn't think there would be a party, but then earlier this week there was a family Facebook event created inviting everyone down to eat cake on Thursday or Saturday with Granny for her birthday. Two options. Two cakes. One awesome Granny to celebrate!  Well the 3 Michigander Smith siblings went back and forth all week trying to figure out if we could pull off a quick visit to wish Granny a happy birthday in person. I nearly mailed her gift about 70 million times this week thinking we definitely would not be making it, but kept delaying because I wanted to go so badly. Then on Thursday night we decided to just go for it. We each waited for one of us to back out and miraculously nobody ever canceled so we inexplicably found ourselves crammed inside Mird's Explorer giddy, somewhat disheveled, and headed south to eat cake and sing to Granny!

Now you might be asking yourself what does all this have to do with running; which is a fair question I might add so here's the connection. As we drove later into the night, we talked about many things unrelated to running and at some point our conversation shifted to running and then we started talking about trying to run a race in Arkansas since we were going to be there.  Of course I had scouted races (just in case) earlier in the month and knew there was a race about an hour and a half from Granny and somewhat on our way. We decided to sign up only to learn that registration had ended on Thursday. Well we are not quitters so I started calling the numbers on the race website and finally got ahold of someone who knew what I was talking about. I explained our crazy situation to them and pleaded for them to allow us to sign up and run the 7k at the time of the 50K race because we did after all have to get to the party asap and the 7k didn't start until 10am while the 50K started at 8 sharp!  The race director agreed to our terms of engagement and actually reopened online registration for like 5 minutes to give us an opportunity to put our money where our mouths were!  I took care of registering myself. Since Rebel was busy driving, I contemplated signing him up for the 50K as a non-binary runner just to be funny, but decided to keep it real and boring and just signed him up for the regular old 7K as a 40 year old male instead.  In a flash, we were running a 7k hardcore trail run in the Ozark mountains the very next morning! This girl was so happy!!!

The southbound trip. Arkansas or bust!

The detour to the race meant we got to take in the spectacular St Louis arch!  

And swing through the town of Licking, Missouri which seems weird to even write and also made us giggle for some reason.  

Once we were signed up for the race, spirits rose even higher which I honestly didn't think was possible because we were already flying pretty high on life not drugs people. We don't do drugs!  Next, we had to find a place to stay. While sleeping in our sleeping bags in the back of the Explorer on the side of the road was a viable backup plan, we were hoping to find an actual bed since we were going to be running in less than 12 hours and we now are old enough to feel the effects of such sleeping arrangements especially when we had to run up a huge mountain the next day!  The race lady had recommended the Norfolk Inn, but said it might be full since we were arriving so late (In our defense, it's hard to arrive early when you plan it last minute during a 10 hour car ride to your Granny's birthday party, but I do get her point).  I called hoping to get lucky and boy did we get lucky. We got the last room available and it had a king size bed--plenty of room for everyone!    

We haven't all snuggled and slept together in the same bed for at least a couple decades so this was just a real nice surprise!

When we hit the Arkansas state line, I'm pretty sure everyone back here in Michigan heard us cheering!!!  We soon found ourselves driving up a mountain trying to park our car on said mountain to get checked in to our hotel, praying our parking brakes held and Mird's car didn't end up in the bottom of the lake along with the town that's buried there (another story for another day but if you're curious Click Lake Norfolk now!)!

This was the race day weather. Not ideal, but I've definitely run in much worse weather. When we arrived we were greeted like celebrities. Everyone seemed to know about the 3 Michiganders and made us feel welcomed.  I also learned that the race director was also a GVSU graduate.  My brother, myself and the race director got a finish line photo together of the 3 Lakers!!  The Star Spangled Banner was probably the best one I've experienced at a race-and I've run a lot of races; It was a recorded rendition, played on a cell phone at maximum volume, and featured a prepubescent asian singer who really nailed the high notes! After she belted out the final note, the race director promptly said "thank you little Asian girl!"  We all saluted the small parade style American flag held by one of the racers near the starting line and got ourselves ready to run. Oh yeah nobody took their hats off because we were informed that,"you don't need to remove your hats for the national anthem both God and Country know how cold it is out here!"    The rest of the pre-race announcements were comical, informative, and overall entertaining.  The best lines were, "dont cross over the caution tape, unless you want to run the inaugural 50 mile race-- alone and by the way there are no awards for that" and "If you see an arrow, you should probably run where the arrow is pointing". An air horn sounded and we were off running our Arkansas race! I started out with my siblings and together we meandered through the beautiful mountain trail with all the other awesome runners (reminder everyone else was starting their 50K adventure) then at some point I said I gotta just go and off I shot. The trail was rocky, steep and went up and down roughly 50 times in the 5 miles we covered.  After I finished, I looped back and we all finished together for our official finish and finish line photo (3rd, 6th and 7th places in our age groups).  This was the first time Rebel accompanied us on one of our state adventures and we had so much fun we're already talking about where else we can go to run a super cool race together!    

Our favorite quotes from this race:

• There's nothing normal about this trip
• Gepp pronounced yip (it's a soft g) and it replaces the "bingo" giggles from our last trip
• I'm having pretzels for dinner...I don't believe in gas station food
• Luxury gas station salads often lead to "turkey trots"
• How did we miss the Mississippi River???
• Maybe we went around it!?!?
• I love Burt's nuts
• I'm the monkey in the middle (of the bed!)
• These hillbillies are straight up crazy
• I was just trying to get to my Granny's Birthday party! (this one was said at the race by my bro to all the race volunteers and fellow racers!!)
• Is it Rocking Chair Resort or Wagon Wheel Resort??...I can never remember!
• Damn yankees

ONE final history lesson. Back during the antebellum years, states where slavery was allowed were not allowed to enter the union unless there was a free state added as well to keep the balance between free and slave states and avoid a civil war. Obviously, we all know how that turned out, but regardless  Arkansas and Michigan were actually known as sister states and were both welcomed into the United States in 1836-37. It is neat because my mom and her siblings have always been split in half between the two states so we've spent our lives traveling to and from Arkansas to visit her family. It seemed so magical to be running through the woods with my sister in the sister state and through the Ozark mountains that I read about a long time ago in one of my favorite books, Where the Red Fern Grows which if you haven't read it click here!     

 The Smith Trio--at the Rocking Chair Resort. Oh and I suppose in this particular story, we are the "damn yankees".

David's Endurance Run 7K

Mountain Home, Arkansas

January 21, 2023

State Number 18

We did actually make it to Granny's 90th birthday party. Several family members we haven't seen in years showed up to hug her and wish her well. There was plenty of food, cake, coffee and beer. Plenty of everything!  We visited until we wore poor Granny out and then headed for home.  

Cousins picture 6 of the I don't know how many cousins with Granny 90 years young! It was so nice to catch up and hear what everyone has been up to and to see Granny's big smile. Her eyes lit up when I walked over to her and she said "Vern's here!!"

Four Smiths and a Groovy Granny. Gotta love that...

The angels are back baby!

 After a few years worth of a hiatus, we're back!  Kirby's Angels are B.A.C.K-Back!  This most recent race experience was built on a quick split-second decision I made back on Thanksgiving Eve. Just moments before we raced out the door on our way to celebrate Thanksgiving with my family in Fremont, I clicked submit. Thereby committing to the Frostbite Marathon Relay in January.  Inside my head I said to myself, "Well if nobody else will run it, I will just run the entire marathon myself!"  Thank God the angels showed up yesterday because a full marathon might've killed me and then I'd be the only angel around and everyone else would've been really sad and that would have been a real buzz kill!  As it is, I am still feeling exhausted and sore today from the 9.6 miles I ran and I even took a four hour nap last night before I went to bed for the night!!  

Anyhow, after I signed up on a whim, I kept bothering everyone until I nagged (I mean encouraged) everyone enough and finally had all 5 of us once again committed to the torture (I mean fun) that is Frostbite Marathon Relay!  Alan Martens really does a TON of work to make sure this race is one you don't want to miss. He is a fantastic race director!  There's great food, nice shirts, and a carefree fun-loving environment for everyone to enjoy. Plus you're getting a killer workout!

Alan Martens Race Director

 Frostbite Marathon Relay

That split-second decision to sign up pushed us all to train super hard this past two months.  Super. Hard.  We've been super serious about our training too. Super. Serious. We've been following strict running schedules, researching the best ways to complete marathon relays and eating super healthy all holiday season long!  Now I hope you are picking up on the sarcasm in my voice in all of this because I think we all did train as hard as we could given the circumstances and also I think we were all somewhat unprepared for the occasion because life happens and the holidays happened and also we drank a lot. We have all been doing a lot of LIFE lately which can really interfere with training.  I think we can all agree the holidays just do a number on any semblence of eating healthy that one could have strummed up the past two months.  So fueled by christmas cookies, vodka and leftover Christmas ham, we dove headfirst into this event.  

The night before the Frostbite Marathon Relay is typically team dinner night and arts and crafts time (aka we make a ridicuous and perverted relay baton for the competition).  The baton competition is the only actual prize awarded at Frostbite so it is kind of serious.   This year time was tight so we had to forego the baton battalion and we just drank too much and played cards instead.  It's called going with the flow people and sometimes you have to do that. This was one of those times.  Also during our drinking festival, we learned that Amy was sick which was not ideal because we were like 8 hours until race time. We scrambled for a couple seconds (or hours) and then luckily found Happy Mary who was willing to sub for our team!  Yeah can you really do any better than someone who has a nickname that starts with "happy" when you're desperate for someone willing to run a bunch of miles for you? I don't think so.  We were happy!

The "addition of Mary" and "subtraction of Amy" somehow "equalled a change" in our Sunday morning plans. It was some kind of bizarre algebra equation that you could spend hours contemplating,or you could just take my word for it and move on in the story... We rerouted our messy van and headed into Spring Lake to fetch Kirby and then Grand Haven to pick up Mary and then we were southbound and down; Ready for some serious running, drinking, freezing fun. We were off to run Frostbite Marathon Relay!!! About five minutes into the drive I realized I forgot our meal tickets, but Mird remembered our pudding shots so it was ok.  Kirby smooth talked the race people and got us new meal tickets when we arrived and we all had plenty of pudding shots all day long!  Everyone beat their planned times too.  Courtney missed the turn into the final stretch home which cost us first place so we had to settle for second, but other than that the entire race went off smashingly. 

Don't worry Courtney you're still the best anchorwoman we could have asked for--you made up for it with your talking (about deep feelings) and your superior beer drinking skills. If things had gone just a little differently, we would have won the whole dang race. Just kidding, but we did do awesomsauce out in Holland for 26.2 miles (actually closer to 28 since Courtney got lost, but I don't think we get bonus points!).

After the chili and beer, we all headed home to our various responsibilities (volleyball practice, FFA meetings, naps, and dog walking)  

Kirby's Angels 2023

We're just little Angels...

The whole team and Kirby's at the heart of it!

Gibson Church in Holland was exceptional...                                                              The food buffet was so wonderful

Gibson Church had a spread of food and drinks to keep any runner going strong all morning long.  They had a changing room so you could get your sweaty clothes off and dry clothes on which when it's 30 degrees out and windy is key to enjoying a relay race of this magnitude. They even had gluten-free banana nut muffins and best of all they actually tasted delicious which is actually impossible so it was a miracle!  Their pastor was outside welcoming everyone as they arrived and their members were scattered around cheering, serving and otherwise caring for the runners.  If this church were closer to my home, I'd be considering switching churches to join them.  That's how amazing they were!

The Curragh After Party

The The Curragh Holland was once again an exceptional race location and the staff took such good care of us.  The chili was as usual out of this world delicious and HOT and of course for beer drinkers the ice cold celebratory beers were second to none.  

So while us sisgters didn't get a new state off our list this past weekend, we did have an unforgetable race experience with a bunch of angelic friends. Amy we missed you terribly and we are so glad you're feeling better. Mary we are eternally thankful for your happy spirit, your willingness to jump in at the eleventh hour, your flexibility, and of course for running the longest leg of the race! 

Road runners, enchantment and sisters

 This past weekend the sisters flew the coop!  We got out of dodge.  Left town.   We "ran" far, far away from our many adult responsibilities, parenting duties, and any semblance of reality, and we dove head first into a weekend of much needed connection, and relaxation.  Here's the abbreviated story. For the full length version, you will have to hit one of us up in person!  

Awhile back Mird and I were busy day drinking, I mean day dreaming, of races we could run to get another state done in 2022 since Covid had significantly slowed our pace for our 50 state challenge and we feared we might never finish.  We considered many options and finally settled on a birthday trip for Mird's 40th in October.  Then after further consideration of our kid's impossible sports schedules, we decided November was a better option because fall sports would be done and we would be carefree and able to easily go. **In the end, we planned a 4-day getaway to Santa Fe to visit Domid and have a dual birthday celebration. The girls who suck at planning finally had a plan!  

Then we lived life at a record pace until Veteran's Day also known as GO DAY for the adventure.  We met up in a carpool lot outside Lansing and headed to Detroit to fly out.  Upon arrival it was apparent that we did not have our act together. In fact, we probably didn't even know what our act was or what we would possibly do with our act if we were to unexpectedly find it!  I didn't know what airline, time, or other key details existed for our trip and Mird had forgotten her toiletry bag which housed all of her "essential" items including but not limited to her insulin, beauty supplies (haha), and prescription medications YIKES.  We tried to make light of the situation and joked a bit. Then we debated our options and ultimately decided to hit the road to Detroit so we would not miss our flight.  On a positive note I had forgotten my toothbrush at her house the weekend prior so she had that and my toothpaste with her. 

We flew Southwest out of Detroit because we were drinking when we planned this whole gig and likely it seemed like the best idea at the time.  In hindsight, flying out of GR would have probably saved time and money and it most certainly would have preserved some of my sanity, but we're athletes not travel agents so....  Flying Southwest became somewhat of a never ending game of bingo.  Since they have you line up in a letter number order, but there are no assigned seats, we never actually sat together until the final leg of the journey home.  Each time a seat number was called one of us yelled "bingo" and we all giggled.  Once we arrive to Albuquerque airport we pulled off the greatest surprise in the history of surprises or at least the biggest surprise I've been a part of likely because keeping secrets is not a strength of mine...Check It out!  Loretta ROCKS!

Good Beer Blimp....Clever!

Once we got to Domin and Ivar's house things improved significantly-- likely because there was vodka, guacamole and we were no longer traveling.  It also helped that we were literally with most of our favorite people.  We took the time to enjoy our precious time with each other and we ate an impressive number of tacos.  Saturday we headed to Meow Wolf and goofed around for a couple hours, took a short break at home and then headed to the plaza for an afternoon of shopping. We ate Domin's famous salmon, rice and salad for dinner which is the most delicious meal I can imagine.  A glorious gourmet meal and it's healthy too!  For entertainment we watched AJ's volleyball team on Facebook live and made a photo collage puzzle I created online which was a surprise birthday gift for Mird!  

Sunday was race day and we headed out early to Albuquerque for the Duke of Dough  5 & 10K run at Mariposa Basin Park. We arrived with plenty of time to spare and sat in the Jeep for awhile because it was cold out--46 degrees perfect for running, but a bit cold for standing around and waiting.

 The air balloons were miniature, but still added to the festive atmosphere at the race!  We also were all in the top 4 of our age groups with two of us medaling so we decided we were the "The A Team" and started singing Ed Sheeran loudly in public (or possibly silently inside my head) I am unsure because I ran so hard I was pretty incoherent.  

I truly don't know how I pulled these paces off. It was a miracle.  I attribute it to my deciding to chase a marine when I lined up at the starting line and saw "Semper Fi" tattooed on his leg...I figured if I could keep him within my line of vision, I would probably do ok.  It paid off, big time!

New Mexico State 15 (I think) Finish Line Fun...

We are the Champions!!!

We flew home on Domin's birthday after we serenaded her at the strike of midnight, slept a few hours, and woke up early to drink a ridiculous amount of coffee and eat one final delicious egg sandwich crafted by Domin.  She really is a culinary genius!!

 The final leg of our journey.   Seats B 42, 43, and 44. BINGO!  At last we're sitting side by side. Also we did some t-shirt watching and found a winner--our favorite by far.... 

"Woke Up Sexy As Hell Again"  

We decided we need to buy these for our team uniform next time!!

We all went to the airport together and Lerd had her own flight that arrived to GR about 5 hours before we arrived in Detroit...We parted ways after this awesome selfie and decided next time Lerd gets to be in charge of planning!!!

The lessons from this state:

1.  New Mexico truly is "The Land of Enchantment"  

2.  There's nothing quite like the love of a sister (brother)

3.  Life is going to throw you curve balls so take care of yourself so you can hit a Grand Slam

4.  Bingo is a game you're never too old to play

5.  Road runners are enchanting members of the A Team

Vern Out

**When we planned this trip, Mird and I thought we'd be carefree and kid's schedules would be more open. We now know that we will not be "carefree" ever again since we decided to become mothers and our schedules might loosen up when our kids graduate and move out, but until then we will have to make time to run these races and spend time together because otherwise it won't happen.  It means we might miss a playoff game (haha) a volleyball tournament (cry cry) and we might forget our toiletry bag.  However, we will survive because we are the road runner, a team, sisters and we don't quit!  We CAN do hard things

The Real Housewives of Jersey Shore and Richard!

 Sometimes you stumble upon inappropriate names in surprising unexpected places like on packaging or street signs or when eavesdropping on a nearby conversation. And sometimes you discuss them all with your team while driving for 11 hours on a crazy race adventure road trip.  It's a total crap shoot, but wherever you find those inappropriate names you will typically find cheap entertainment.  And all these ri"dick"ulously inappropriate names made us all giggle a lot on our latest running adventure.  Had we named our team this past weekend, we would have been The Real Housewives of Jersey Shore and Richard. Instead we were Mixed Vegetables. It will all make sense once you read this story so read on my friends!

It is always a challenge to come up with a team name for Ragnar Relays because the name sets the tone for the entire epic and amazing experience. It has to be perfect. It has to be well thought out, clever, and if at all possible funny.  

A little historical context for this story is necessary so here we go!  Back in 2019 (yes like over two years ago) when we signed up for the Ragnar Lake Wawayanda Trail Relay Race, Mird was working as one of a hand full of female Plant Managers for Bonnie Plants and she was a serious diehard vegetable grower. Thus our team was named Mixed Vegetables because we thought it was cool, healthy, fun and hip and also because we were drinking vodka at the time!  We even bought crazy cool running tights with a variety of mixed vegetables on them.  Anyhow, fast forward past all that messiness of Covid and all that the past two years did to our lives and today Mixed Vegetables seems kind of weird, puzzling, and outdated. Sure we could have changed the name, but we decided to just grow with it anyways because we couldn't think of a name that would beet Mixed Vegetables and we carrot not what others think of us...Just lettuce finish! Honestly, we were both too busy to try to think of a different name so it was just who we were: Mixed Vegetables.  The name led many people to question us regarding our opinion on meat eating and many people from other teams actually thought we were vegan! As if!  The very existence of bacon ensures that I will never be vegan and I am pretty sure Mird feels the same way.  Collectively the team thought up a bunch of clever vegetable taglines, and packed our bags because we were headed to New Jersey!!!  (**Mird and I both underwent serious career changes during Covid and she no longer grows vegetables now it's flowers and I am no longer a substitute teacher I am a bonafide  special education teacher). Our lives look very differently today than they did back then...

On this most recent running adventure just before we arrived to Ragnar Village there was a deeper (or maybe shallower...I'm not sure) conversation going on in my van about the use of inappropriate names within our culture!  Dick was the main name discussed although a few others were mentioned as well like Pussy Willow and Pussy Galore.   We discussed a few of the most flagrantly inappropriate names and then pulled into Ragnar Village to check in. We were greeted by none other than Peter. Seriously, we all giggled a lot as Peter (haha) explained the basics to us after informing us he actually knew very little because he'd been hired off Craigs List just two days ago! Can you say "oversharing?!" The entire exchange with Peter (haha) was completely ludicrous and we all have stronger ab muscles as a result.

After wandering a bit around the parking areas because Peter (haha) had no useful information about the camping situation, we found the rest of our veggies at camp. They already had our tents set up, our packet picked up and they were busy relaxing.  That's an oxymoron I've never used before!  

Thursday night Domin made us authentic quesadillas and we sat around our totally legal fire pit.  There was a chicken lady running around spouting out all kinds of rules and regulations that we did our best to ignore because honestly she was a real buzz kill and we were just there  trying to catch a good time..    Spirits were high and everyone drank lightly because we knew Friday morning 8 am we had to start running.  Here's a picture of camp and the running line-up if you zoom in!

When the race line-up was finalized, Mird was running in position 1 and Vern was in position 7 which meant she would not run until roughly 3 in the afternoon.  This seemed much too late to Vern so she decided to run Mird's lead off leg with her.  Safety Steve greeted us upon arrival on race morning and was the emcee so that was pretty awesome.  It was so cool meeting him in person. His personality is just as awesome LIVE**. This was our first time enjoying Ragnar running together and it was THE BEST.  We chatted and ran at record speed (or just fast enough so as to not wipe out) and took in the beauty of Wawayanda State Park.  When we finished we tagged off and headed to drink coffee and eat breakfast.  There are all kinds of crazy stories from our journey. In an attempt to foster relationships and encourage direct communication, I wont share the details. You will have to track one of us down and hear our stories first hand.  

                                         Ragnar Lake Wawayanda, New Jersey Starting Line Photos

Aren't the pants spectacular?!?

Oh and for about 5 seconds Mixed Vegetables were actually WINNING Ragnar Wawayanda!!! 

Winner Winner Mixed Vegetable Dinner!

There were a few tranquil, calm and relaxing moments nestled among all the chaos, excitement, and positive high energy that is Ragnar.  I could be wrong, but I think all of us experienced at least a couple of zen-like moments out on the trail when we weren't busy trying to climb some ridiculous hill or safely descend over a bunch of loose rocks while being chased by bears.  

Lake Wawayanda at night is a tranquil sight indeed.

Also Noteworthy about race day... Friday night into Saturday morning hurricane Ian made an appearance. Well needless to say we could have lived without meeting him, but it will make this Ragnar a more memorable one because we all persevered through the rain, cold and wind and we made it back to tag off to our respective teammates.  Temperatures were in the forties and it was windy, rainy and bitter cold.  We mostly weathered the storm well until our tent started leaking and we found ourselves swimming around 4 am.  After my 2 am run I was frozen to the core. Conservatively, I'd say I drank roughly 2-3 gallons of hot cocoa trying to prevent hypothermia and avoid losing a limb. I just "chilled" in the coffee/cocoa tent sipping on the delicious chocolatey liquid life-saving elixir and chatting with anyone who entered. Let's just say, I am pretty sure there are a lot of Ragnarians from other teams out there who are telling stories to their friends about the creepy, loco-cocoa, tent lady...and the stories are probably true!

  

Oh man I almost forgot about the bears and the bears are a big deal so here's the deal with the bears.  Back in 2019 when we signed up it was the reputation for bears that urged us to select Lake Wawayanda over other Ragnar locations.  We thought it added a level of excitement, danger, and awesomeness to know that bears were often seen at the race. Remember we were drinking vodka at the time so give us a little empathy and understanding. Anyhow, the race did not disappoint in the bear department. There were several bear sightings and if you zoom in on this picture there's a sow and her cub playing in the lake (little black dots).  Several runners had "run" ins with bears along the trails.  However, the bears must be used to people because there were not any runners eaten, chased, or killed and more importantly no bears were harmed for the making of this Ragnar.

So once again we were not fast, but we were not last and we had an awesome adventure along the way.  Coming out of Covid, Mixed Vegetables was just what my soul needed.  Ragnar really provides the best race experience possible regardless of bears, hurricanes, treacherous trails, psycho lady at yoga, Nazi massage people,  or anything else you can throw at them.  They just continue on bringing the awesome race experience that we've grown to love and cherish.  

Favorite Mixed Vegetable quotes:

Other than the running, I had a really great time!

Captain Buzz Kill reporting for duty

It looks like nipples

It's Kansas not Oklahoma

She really doesn't want to get rear ended

I feel pretty good; I just have to take my pants off

If I wasn't driving, I would definitely be drinking

Every good show needs a dick

Dick

Peter

Not a lane. Not a lane. Not a lane. Mississippi!

I just chew and swallow (possibly misinterpreted)

I only PR when I am lost

I'm committed to sobriety

So these quotes were made by people who shall remain nameless to protect their reputations as bad ass runner people and not idiots, bigots, alcoholics, or something worse.  Also, because it would be embarrassing to me to admit to some of the things I've said.  In our defense we were all exhausted, dehydrated and high on life!

When you drive 11 hours for a race you are bound to see some unusual things along the way.  This trip we saw a horse trailer being held together by a dog leash. A dead bear cub on the side of the road.  My ticket blew away getting onto the Ohio turnpike and I had to squeeze out of the van and chase it down. I am pretty sure that was entertaining to those passing by.  A dead coyote pup along the road.  And 43 license plates from different states and provinces. Also Mird and I did a Chinese Fire Drill at the Ohio Turnpike station on our return trip!

 Post Ragnar is always a challenging time. You are never quite sure what to do with yourself and you miss the comradery and positive energy that is abundant at Ragnar.  I am eternally thankful for the team and so proud of everyone for their performance. Thanks to our efforts, we finished with a respectable time and we were not last!

Until next time, happy trails.

**Safety Steve is the person who used to make all the cool safety videos that you would be required to watch upon arrival at Ragnar Village.  There was a movie tent that felt like a real theatre minus the popcorn and candy and you watched a hilarious video about all things safety while at Ragnar. It was so funny the first three Ragnars and this time they must have a lower budget or something because there were two new actors who were much less entertaining than Steve who told us information I can't recall because I totally zoned out and didn't get much out of the safety video. I am actually kind of surprised I survived given my lack of attention during my safety video...

Vern

Running ABCDs and 101

This weekend sure was crazy and I realize a good portion of my life probably qualifies as crazy. In fact, you might even say my lifestyle is "CRAZY" and you wouldn't necessarily be wrong. However, even for me, this weekend's adventure was a wild and bumpy ride.  

Holy Toledo, A Christmas Miracle!

Just when I  had all but given up on Christmas Miracles, Toledo snuck up on me and it was a true Christmas Miracle indeed! I never thought I'd find myself driving all the way to Ohio just to run in some silly Santa themed virtual race, eat at a cheap diner, and shop at the Goodwill, but that's exactly what we did! And honestly, it was GLORIOUS and felt like a true miracle! Sometimes you justs have to cut loose, throw caution to the wind, and "run" with a crazy half cooked idea in order to feel alive and well. And that's exactly how we ended up in Toledo, Ohio, less than 24 hours after our Jingle Belle debut!  We may have gotten a little wild, and kicked our heals up ever so slightly, but we didn't catch "the Rona" and nobody had to bail us out of jail so I count it as a successful adventure!  It made my heart happy and offered a short reprieve from the reality of reality...

Jingle all the way

'Twas two weeks before Christmas and all through the house not a creature was quiet not even a mouse. We were all headed out to run a fine race, so we were loud and rowdy all over Mird's place!