September 25, 2014

My friends dragged me to Ragnar and all I got was a lousy t-shirt.

I'm lying.

I got TWO t-shirts and a belt buckle!

team shirt mirror image on the left, BLING in the center, race shirt on the right 

It is probably the most hideous belt buckle I have ever seen but it's BIG and HEAVY which is what really matters in bling. Well, that and sparkle. Sadly, this baby doesn't sparkle in the least. BUT the best best best part is that it isn't even for the race completed. Apparently the medal supplier missed the medal deadline, so Ragnar Napa Valley (not a trail relay) handed out Trail Relay belt buckles at the finish and will be individually mailing all competitors their official medals. That's one pricey fuck-up.

But I wasn't a competitor. Not in an official sense. I was just a driver. I was lucky to get anything.

Wait. No. I wasn't "just a driver." I was THE Driver.

And I was competitive.

I trained all summer for this thing. All of those camping trips? Thinly-veiled training drives. I am such a fucking sandbagger. Lulling everyone into thinking I was just out for little joyrides...tooling around in a packed van with a bunch of smelly whiners my kids for hours on end almost every weekend going camping. Yep, it was all training for Ragnar Napa Valley.

Logistics, parking, good humor, and snacks. I nailed.

yes, I checked off every leg I drove

Except maybe the part where I lost the keys to the van in Golden Gate Park before the race even started.

I know you're dying to know how this all came to pass.

A couple of local bloggers approached me in the middle of the summer. They wanted to know if I was interested in driving their relay van. They singled me out because they had been eyeing my radical driving skills as evidenced by this post and all of my aforementioned camping trips. They also had met me at least once in person and knew that I probably wouldn't use their own van to abduct them. They promised me a team shirt. I was IN.

I drove Van 1. I really can't say anything about the running parts of this event because, know...I was just sitting on my ass eating popcorn and drinking kombucha the whole time. I've linked the bloggers who were a part of things and you can check out what they have to say about it all.

Matt...our assassin. He was mowing down everyone in sight, accounting for probably half of our van's 88 total "roadkills"...and he's married to Amanda.
Rich...Cat's personal Ironman™(note: IM logo check-boxes in above image) best known for uttering, "I could really go for a Coke about now" while in the middle of an 8-mile midnight run. And then finishing the run with the requested In-N-Out Coke in hand, sipping it through a straw.
Cat, our fearless leader

Van 2 had to drive themselves. They also had the hardest legs to run in the hottest part of the day both days AND had the most jacked-up nighttime legs in terms of getting any sleep, so they basically got none. Before the event, I had volunteered to drive both vans...switching off at the major exchanges...if someone could provide a couple of cases of RedBull. Lucky for me, they took a pass on that offer.


Jim...this guy. Last runner. He was a total "sleeper," laying low all through the race until that final leg. Then, OMG! He left it all out there. The hilarity of the last 50m of his run defies description. But he KILLED it.

My personal low point: right after we gave Rich his Coke, I started to feel my 5 a.m. wake-up call. It was after midnight and Cat still had to run 6 miles before we could drive 40 minutes to the major exchange in Sonoma where we'd be spending the night. I didn't want to ingest any stimulants because I really really really wanted to be able to sleep once we got to Sonoma. Somehow I persevered. I got some sleep...which involves a funny story that no one would probably find funny...and then treated myself with a triple espresso when it was time to get going. Yay, Coffee!

It was an amazing time and I'm finding myself struggling to find words for it. So many inside jokes that no one will ever get but us. I've tried explaining to my kids why I holler, "JESUS, TAKE THE WHEEL!" whenever I throw the van into reverse. And why I keep muttering about a gap and mirrors and saying, "Someone should have WARNED me."  And why we called Rich "IronBallz." The list goes on. And they aren't getting any of it :( And you wouldn't either :(

You just need to go do a distance relay to get it. Do one. And if you need a driver...wait, no...THE Driver... you know who to call :)

Some photos for you...recycled from IG because I've been informed that's how real bloggers do it.

Typical Parking Lot Scene:

hi! i'm looking for my friends...they said to meet them here.
they told me they'd be the ones driving a white van.
seriously only one percent of the white vans in this parking lot.
it was crazy.

One of the very few group pictures taken
with the requisite Ragnar Arch in the background.
the meeting of the vans at Exchange 6

After getting our free beer and $6 glass of shitty wine for those who are
I am so pissed that Amanda put her dirty, stinky feet on my TARP.
Some fucking nerve.
(see..that there is an inside joke that you don't get...i'm so sorry)

Ahhhhh, fuck. This write-up could have been so much more. Instead, I'm going to savor my new friendships and hoard the experience like it's a melted-QuestBar-on-kabocha-topped-with-unsweetened-bitter-as-fuck-chocolate-and-nasty-ass-chili-pepper-flakes. ALL MINE!!!!

Suffice it to say, it was a total blast and I'd do it again in a heartbeat.

Many, many thanks to Team #YTWTIW for including me in the fun!


Ever drive a bunch of people around just for the fun of it?

Ever run a distance relay?

Are you pretending Kate is talking to you?

September 9, 2014

Back to blogging basics: Doing it by the book

After realizing that every single one of my posts last month was a huge #blogfail in terms of this being a healthy-living/running mommy blog, I'm going to make up for it today. After brushing up on the rules of what goes into a proper blog post and creating one chock full of recycled, meaningful content, I'm hoping I've #nailedit. Let me know what you think! ;-)

*encouraging interaction in the comments: +5*
*use of punctuation as smiley winky face: +5*

I laced up my kicks and hit the trails. BlahblahblahblahHILLSLIKEWHOAblahblahblahblahblah
blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahVERT!!!blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahWILDLIFE!!!!!!!!NATURE!!!!!blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah#NUUNHYDRATIONblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahFIGUREDOUTMYFUELING!!!!!blahblahblahblahDOUBLEDIGITS!!! BLAHBLAHBLAH.................

(an aside...I fucking hated the Brooks Cascadia7's)
*shoe shot: +20*

I ran in the WILD, you guys!!!!!
*nature trail photo with tree: +20*
capturing wildlife would be +10 per animal
though large carnivores and cows are +50 each

hill #PROOF...because this is FOR REAL where I ran.
you can trust's the internet.
*charts and/or graphs: +100 if not obtained from another website*
(only +20 if copy/pasted from somewhere...techsavvy=points, people*


I think this may be the very first garmin shot on this blog!!!!!
*as GARMIN shots are mandatory, they only score +5*
(omitting a garmin shot would reduce your blog post score by -50.
that's how important they are)

I forgot to photo my #nuun this time and need a macro lens to do justice to the minuscule dates I used for fueling, but my post-workout recovery meal was DELISH...

Chile verde!
*optional shit food photo: sliding scale...+10 up to +100*
score varies based on realism...the more shit-like, the higher the score

I need help from YOU in scoring that final element. Please let me know in the comments what score you would give my chile verde :)

*again encouraging and again using puctu-emoji (see above), total: +10*

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ETA: A #bloggymeetup happened...RoseRunner, FasterBunny, Sesa, Jen, and I got together at some hipster place over Labor Day weekend. It was fun. We suck and took no pictures except at the horticultural center of the Hairy Ballsack Tree. Many thanks, Jen, for immortalizing my image fondling the family jewels. Also, we had NO #FROYO :( but we DID have slurpees :) And craft beers.

*how do I score this one? Fuuuuuuck....*
#bloggymeetup = +5000 and 
slurpees = +1000 for each person who got one so total +4000
NO #FROYO = -1,000,000
pictures...only one but we did get ONE so no + and no -
#CRAFTBEERS #FTW = +1,000,001 

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Coming soon:

  • Ragnar Napa...I've been training all summer for this. What does that mean?
  • Why I entered next spring's Avenue of the Giants marathon. Totally not kidding.
  • Do I have any running or fitness goals? What do you think?

*baiting readers to come back for more: +100*

TOTAL BLOG POST SCORE =  +9356 (give or take, depending on the chile verde score)

Disclaimer: the whole first part of this post was utter bullshit (see warning in lower left corner of page). I haven't run in 20 months...trail or otherwise. I did eat some chile verde the other day, though. But that is a recycled photo. They are all recycled photos. Have a written posts JUST LIKE THIS before? You betcha...just like EVERY OTHER BLOGGER EVER. The second and third parts are not lies. A bloggy meetup did happen and it was fun. I am participating in Ragnar Napa. I did enter the Avenue of the Giants marathon. 
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