Colorado Ragnar
August 7-8,
2015
We a caught the Thursday
night flight to Denver, met up at Jeff's place and drove to the mountains.
Around midnight, we pulled off the road into a national forest, pitched a
little tent, fought for some warmth with the sleeping bag, and tried to get as
much rest as possible until the 5am wake-up call. (The morning
couldn't come soon enough when we were fighting for warmth between the cold
ground and 38-degree air.... as Floridians.)
Once night fell, the boogie man came
out to haunt the runners. If you can't picture it, imagine running in a haunted
movie with blinders blocking your peripheral vision and then add in the
adrenaline rush of the unknown of wild animals in the area. One guy got hit in the
face by a bat when he had to run through a tunnel, another guy saw spooky eyes staring at him. I was lucky enough to have the pity of a teammate to run with me
at night. His rapid speed did not help my already elevated heart rate from the
elevation change and my extreme fear of the dark. We reached the last 1.5 miles
of the leg running through a town. We saw two deer enjoying the privacy of the
late hours. Unfortunately, we got lost in a park (technically it was the race's
course markers fault) resulting in an extra 2 miles added to the leg and me
catching a ride to the next exchange spot via a race volunteer. Talk about the
universe playing games with my fear of the dark!!
Eventually the sun rose and we had
one last leg to run per person. Tripp found some cool Native American Adobe
ovens, Pedro found an awesome waterfall, Hung ran until he couldn't run
anymore, and I saw some cute goats and bunnies in the prairie! We were the
first team to cross the finish line!! After some lounging and a large burrito,
we packed in the van for a dazed ride back. Viewing the entire completed course
backwards, from a van, and in the daylight was pretty cool. Turns out the scary
portion of the race from the previous night were actually very beautiful canyon trails
next to a flowing river.
Saturday evening, we drove back to
Denver with Jeff. He unfolded his bikes and we rode to downtown-- through cute
neighborhoods, past a nice park, and alongside a little creek. We ended
up at a brewery with a blue grass band playing outside. We sampled some various
beers and went on a quick walking tour of the area. One of the neighboring bars
felt like a museum inside with quirky decorations and overflowing plants. Then,
we hopped back on the bicycles and road along the trial 7 miles back to Jeff's place.
The mixture of beer, fresh air, cycling, and a lovely environment led to a ride
home that was more exciting than anything Disney World could ever offer! The
last 20 minutes of the ride, we had to peddle as hard as possible in order to
catch shelter before the looming thunderstorm decided to finally strike.
Well, we rated this weekend trip as
a success. I was able to expose Pedro to the love of Ragnar. We hope to
participate in another and are currently looking for team mates to participate
in Virginia Trail Ragnar.
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