Monday, June 15, 2009

Nowhere to hide.

I’m probably crazy and, well, I’ll cop to that. Case in point … I had a bunch of friends in need and I have decided to offer them my legs. I guess I’ve had them long enough and it’s time to put them out to pasture ... more or less.

This Friday, I’ll be running the Wasatch Back Ragnar Relay (otherwise known as the WBR, otherwise known as certain death).

People like to rattle off how you should do something everyday that scares you. I wonder if they ever follow through with it? I wonder if it’s just something fun to say or forward to your big e-mail list of friends? I even wonder, if they ever actually do it, how scared they actually allow themselves to get? But? But! Signing up for this race absolutely terrifies me. It has since I learned it existed.

See, for the past 2-3 years, there has been an opportunity for me to do this, as would-be runners constantly fall off the teams left and right as the date gets closer. Life happens like that. And it seems that, if you have done, say, a single 5K in your life, others know that about you. They sniff you out and come asking you to be their proverbial spare tire. Without a dozen runners, they just can’t do it. It isn’t possible.

I can get behind the whole team effort of this, I certainly can. And maybe I’ll believe that this is actually fun at some point (should I survive with my knees intact and stuff). Truthfully, though, the sole reason I am doing it at this point is because it has scared me for at least three years in a row. I want to tackle that. I want to conquer it. If that means I have to run uphill for more than 8 miles at 3 in the morning wearing a headlamp to guide my way (which it certainly does … that and then some), so be it. I aim to come out the victor in this thing.

So, starting Friday morn and ending sometime on Saturday, I will run three legs for a combined total of 18.1 miles, the lot of us running a grand total of 188 miles (!!) from Logan to Park City. If you want to check out the course, click here. I’m trusty Runner No. 6.

Best part about this has gotta be the name of the team, though … and the subsequent T-shirts that will be part of this whole ball of wax. We are … (drum roll please) … TITANS! Oops. I mean ... we are ... TED DANSON WITH WOLVES! Boo-friggin-yah.


click HERE to see the fancy shirt design

6 comments:

brent said...

Awesome. I am howling with jealousy over your team name.

I'll see you there, buddy! I'm runner numero uno for my team: Mighty Mighty Hot Pants.

heather said...

you're doing it just for the ted danson tshirt.

heck, i'd almost do it for THAT shirt.

Amy said...

Three things:

1) I love your blog. It's one of my new favorite reads.

2) I just did a 100 mile bike ride for exactly the same reason you stated here- because it scared me for a few years. It became a personal vendetta and come to find out, it wasn't so bad. Good luck!

3) I would run uphill with a headlamp for many miles to have that shirt. I think you should sell them on etsy or cafe press after the race.

Sherpa said...

Dainon-I love, love that shirt.

aisy said...

i loved that race...seriously, i did. i'm volunteering at exchange 8 friday night... maybe i'll see ya! last year i was leg 9 i think. the 'you've got to be kidding me' hill. that was hell, but the rest of it was great.

C said...

Congratulations on the first step to this huge accomplishment. Impressive.