RR# 26, continued: Ragnar Washington DC – Part 2

This is part two of my Ragnar Washington DC race report – if you haven’t read part one, you should click on this right now to head over there and read that first.

When we left off, we were pulling into Exchange #12 for our first break of the event.  The exchange was at a high school, and I have never seen so many white vans in one place in my life.  People everywhere.  The school had a spaghetti dinner they were selling as a fundraiser, and access to showers, as well, so there were some nice amenities.  There was also a big shady area back behind their tennis courts where everybody was taking sleeping bags to go lie down … a sea of runners, in repose. Continue reading “RR# 26, continued: Ragnar Washington DC – Part 2”

RR #26: Ragnar Washington DC – Part 1

OK – it is time.

Let’s talk about Ragnar.

So … last Thanksgiving I ran a 10k (still stands as my 10k PR, ahem) with my sister-in-law and very good friends who’s house we were crashing in the DC area.  Great morning, great race, really had a good time.  During the drive, somebody mentioned a Ragnar, and it turned out that none of the runners in the van had ever run a Ragnar … except me.  A sister had, but other than that no direct experience.  And everybody just casually said what a great idea it would be to do one of those things one day, and wouldn’t that be fun?

Yeah – I tend to be the type that actively tries to move things from talking to doing.  Especially at that time, I was reading a book that really had me thinking hard about the choices I was making and what I wanted to do with my time and energy.  So the week after Thanksgiving, after stewing on the idea for a few days, I realized that it wasn’t going to happen if somebody didn’t take the ball and run with it … so I sent an email out and volunteered to be captain.  By the second week of December, we were signed up for Ragnar Washington DC, to be run in late September, from Cumberland, Maryland, to Washington, DC. Continue reading “RR #26: Ragnar Washington DC – Part 1”

Unsolicited Feedback

A cool thing happened on my run last night.

I am the proud owner of a Black Diamond Sprinter Headlamp that I purchased for Ragnar Tennessee last year.  These are great lights, with a ton of features.  The battery pack (and therefore the weight) is actually on the back of your head for balance, and there is also a red “blinky” light back there.  The front lamp is small but powerful, and also dimmable.  And the whole thing is rechargeable, so doesn’t require batteries.  I use it regularly, and since the Ragnar I have recharged it once, maybe twice.  It is an awesome light.

Black Diamond Sprinter Headlamp - I remove the top strap
Black Diamond Sprinter Headlamp – I remove the top strap

So, last night I was doing one of my regular routes at about 9pm and I could feel a car behind me slow down and begin to pace me.  This brings with it a whole host of worries and thoughts.  While I generally don’t have to worry about violence in my running area, there are always idiots and I was about half braced for a bottle or something to hit me on the back.  But I kept going, and sure enough, the car (a white mini-van, it turned out) eased up beside me.  Instead of a bottle or battery or something upside the head, though, I got a surprise.

Man with hat: “That light is a great idea!”

Me: “Oh – uh – thanks!”

Man with hat: “Seriously – I love the idea!”

Me, feeling relieved: “Thanks!  I like it a lot!”

Man with hat: Drives off.

Random, I know, but this confirms something important – my light is performing its intended role.  This is a good thing.

Also – if you run at night – wear a light.  And preferably a blinky.  Seriously – it could save your life.

Ragnar Relay Leg #12
Wearing the light on Ragnar Tennessee Leg #12

Shoe Retirement

That time has come again – when there are little aches and pains after runs that hadn’t been there.  When that mileage number creeps up into big numbers.  And when the heels of your shoes look like this:

Retired Beasts

A quick obituary – I bought this particular pair of Brooks Beasts on August 25th at the Westchester Road Runner in White Plains, New York.  They are being retired with 396.34 miles on them – miles that include a half marathon and a Ragnar Relay among seven total races.  My current 5K, 10K, 15K, 10 mile, and half marathon PRs were run in these shoes. And they are stylish and comfortable, to boot.  Thank you, Beasts – you’ve been a great pair of shoes.

While it could be easy to go a bit overboard here – these are, after all, just shoes – I found the poem below a couple of years ago and I think it does a really good job of summing up these feelings.  We don’t take our shoes lightly, do we?  How do you retire your shoes?

The following poem can be found in the original blog post here.

Retiring Shoes

By: Stephanie Schultz

The Shoe Retiring Ceremony is held for runners
once every five-hundred miles,
on a Saturday afternoon after a final race
in an old casket factory on the Northeast end of town.

The ceremony begins with the shoes—
bald, wrinkled and tired—
and their moment to say thanks
for the ability to do the job they were made to do,
the miles they were meant to run.

The runner then gets to remember
her ten minute improvement in the half marathon,
crossing the finish line of her first full marathon,
kicking up red dust in the Arches of Utah,
taking an unexpected dip in the Mississippi River.

These memories are then inscribed onto the box
in which the shoes came
and in which they will finally rest—
a box to be displayed on a mantel or bedside table
like a photo of a loved one or a gold trophy

where they can whisper to a new pair of shoes:
Take these feet, these legs
to further distances, to new places.
They are ready for you.

Ragnar Pictures!

OK – so I got the finish line pictures back from the Ragnar folks – and also got some pictures in from my teammates (hi, Sarah!) … so we gots pictures.

I’ve put a few back in the race report, but there are a few others that turned out pretty good, as well.  So I’m putting all of these in one gallery here, to have them in one spot.


RR# 8 – Ragnar Tennessee

I talked about the bigger picture significance of this event for me here.

First, let’s talk about Ragnar.  The easy description is that it is a relay – 12 people run roughly 200 miles in 36 legs.  6 people “live” in one van, and they run the first six legs.  The 6 people “living” in van # 2 then take over and run the next six legs.  And the vans leapfrog each other like that until the finish line.  In this particular Ragnar, our team started in Chattanooga at 9am on Friday and crossed the finish line in Nashville at roughly 3pm on Saturday.   They build the legs so that teams can be formed with various levels of experience and speed – each leg is rated “easy” through “very hard”, and there are always one or two runners that have a relatively light load and two or three that have an exceptionally difficult load.

But describing a Ragnar by talking about the logistics is a bit like describing a song or poem by discussing its cadence or rhyme structure.  That’s accurate, but doesn’t quite get at the thing.

Ragnar is camping and running and “living” for 30 hours in a small van with people you just met yesterday (or maybe even this morning).  Ragnar is cowbells and encouragement and airhorns and pulling over every chance you get – and not just for your team, but for all the teams.

Ragnar is a shooting star during your 3.5 miler at 3am.

Ragnar is running and logistics and craziness – but Ragnar is also an experience and a memory.   And what an experience.

At Exchange #6, waiting on Van #1
At Exchange #6, waiting on Van #1

So … when I committed to do this I had run about zero miles.  Pretty much exactly zero miles.  So I got the “newbie runner” position – I’d been working towards a total of about 10.5 miles in three legs measuring roughly 4.5, 1.5, & 4.5 miles.  And I was very comfortable with that.  But about three weeks before the race kicked off, our team (Pants Optional) lost a runner.  Since the best options for last minute replacements probably needed to be in that “newbie runner” slot, I agreed to move.  And I’m glad I did … but.

My mileage increased to more like 17.5.  My first leg was 8.1 miles, and was a total downhill bomb over the first half.  In the first 4 miles, I lost about 900 feet in elevation.  And while the downhill itself is tough, the bank of the road on the curves was worse.  I had to hold back to not just fly down that mountain.  And then at the bottom I had another 4 miles through the Tennessee countryside, ending in a town called Cowan.  I was runner number 12, so this leg happened during sunset and it was totally dark when I got to the exchange point.  And I was ready to be done running.

Comin' down the mountain on Leg #12
Comin’ down the mountain on Leg #12

Our van was then off-duty … we then went and ate some dinner at a little Italian place in Cowan, and it was GOOD.  And then we drove up to the next major exchange in Tullahoma to wait on the other van.  I wound up being “on duty” for a lot of this one, so got pretty much no sleep.

The second leg for me was a 3.5 miler that happened at about 3am.  The night was very cold and clear, but the race bible lied.  Well, not lied exactly.  But misled.  See – there is an elevation profile for every leg, and this one was no different.  But the Ragnar organization puts on races all over the country, in very rugged territory, and they apparently have standardized their scale – which was 0 to 2000 feet.  On this leg, with a total elevation change in a 100 foot range, that meant it looked very flat.  It wasn’t, however, flat.  Much of this one was one of those long, gradual uphill climbs that aren’t steep enough to slow down but never let you coast for a minute.  And I just wasn’t prepared for it.  Overall, my time was fine – but I was not happy with how this leg went.

Back in the van – I changed out of my clothes, laid down, and don’t remember anything for the next 3 hours or so.  The next major exchange was in Franklin, a suburb of Nashville.

When we got rolling again, there was a surprising amount of overall energy in our van.  At this point nobody had gotten more than 2 or 3 hours of total sleep – and I’d run nearly 12 miles in the most recent 12 hour period.   But, daylight makes things better and we were off again.

I'm not sure where this energy came from...
I’m not sure where this energy came from…

Leg # 3 for me was also the final leg for the team – and they did a spectacular job of showing off the city of Nashville.  We ran the first mile or so near the Belmont campus, and then ran the entire length of Music Row.  We then looped around to Bicentennial State Park, ran into Printer’s Alley downtown, and then through the crowds outside the bars and the nightclubs.  By this time all of the runners were very spread out, so those people were surely … surely … wondering what the sweaty fat guy was doing trying to run through all of that humanity.  And by then I was done – this was a 6 mile leg, and I started alternating runs and walks with a hill at about mile 4.  The idea was just to survive, and I survived.

About 200 yards from the finish line the teams all line up and wait for their runners – and then fall in behind them and the whole team crosses the finish line together.  It was both cool to see my team, and also a shot in the arm to have all of those other teams there cheering.  We crossed the finish line, had our team picture taken, and went straight to the beer tent and the pizza tent.  The beer was too hoppy and the pizza was awful.

But it was glorious.  I can’t wait until my next Ragnar.

Finish Line - Pants Optional


–  The biggest thing I’ll do differently next time is organize my bag better.  I spent just entirely too much time rooting around in my stuff trying to find the right shirt or shorts or socks, or panicking because I couldn’t locate my headlamp or my iPod or my race number.  That will need to tighten up.

–  Cowbells.  Seriously.  Cowbells are basically mandatory.

–  Three of us staggered to our hotel in Nashville after it was over and got takeout barbeque.  After eating until we couldn’t take another bite, we passed out at about 7pm.  I don’t remember anything else until 7am the next morning.  That was one of the most glorious sleeps that has ever been slept.

–  Really cool technical shirt in the SWAG, and the medals are big bottle openers.  My medal has already acquired magnets and been permanently placed on the refrigerator.   Our team captain had GREAT team shirts printed up, and we also got a stainless steel pint glass with a coozie emblazoned with the Pants Optional logo.  Plus I made a stop at the merchandise tent.  I LOVE all the stuff I came back with

–  Actually gave an “interview” (I put that in quotes because it was more like a recorded conversation) while I was in Chattanooga about taking up running and losing weight.  THAT was a pretty awesome experience, about which I’ll have more if and when that ever gets published.  That could also come with a big announcement.  Fun!

–  October event, which means the streak is now up to 8 months.   I’ve got races scheduled in November, December, January, February, & March.  That will get me to 13.  This is still no 10 years, but I’m starting to get attached to this streak.

–  Next race – Fall Pier-to-Pier Run/Walk, from the Hermosa Beach Pier to the Manhattan Beach Pier, Los Angeles, California … November 9th.

Photo Taken by Runner # 11 as I was running my first leg...
Photo Taken by Runner # 11 as I was running my first leg…

First run since the Ragnar…

And it went fairly well.  An easy 3 miles, just to make sure everybody remembers how we do this.

I’m currently working on the Ragnar race report – hopefully it’ll go up this weekend.  Another Throwback Thursday race report tomorrow, too.


Preview of the Ragnar RR?


Following Through


If I’ve figured out the “Schedule” feature on this blog, this is going to go up Friday morning as the vans begin the trek from Chattanooga to Nashville for Ragnar Tennessee.    So, quick story:


When I decided to get it together, I started with only food – no exercise.  And that worked famously for the first few months – I dropped 35 pounds in roughly 3 months without what I’d think of as a ton of effort.  And then I had the summer from hell – just a summer full of hospitals and funeral homes and yucky jobs and exhaustion and etc. and etc.

Now, anybody that has ever tried to lose weight will confirm that doing so takes a certain level of energy.  You have to be able to focus, to shoo away the food demons (blerches), to control the hunger and not let it control you.  And my energy bottomed out, and the weight started piling back on.  I’d gone from 327 to about 293, and then all of a sudden I was back up to 315.  Just like that.  And it bummed me out.  I was in a serious funk, and wasn’t even trying to eat better anymore.  I needed something, but I had no idea what that was.

Then I got an email that, looking back, is going to have been an email that changed my life.

A good friend had just completed this crazy relay race across Tennessee.  Ragnar, he said – google that shit.  So I googled it.  And when I said “wow – that looks pretty amazing,” I got the kick in the ass I needed (however gentle) … he said that even if I didn’t want to run it, some teams had dedicated drivers and that would be awesome.

One of the things I always said about my weight is that it wasn’t a problem until it started ruling out doing things that I otherwise wanted to do.   Limiting choices was a red line that I wouldn’t let myself cross.  Of course, now I was faced with a moment – I wanted to do this, but didn’t think I could.

Because of my weight.

I asked him, my friend, if he thought I could do it.  He responded immediately – 100% yes.  And not only that, but when I did it I’d be one of the very few people that got to say they followed through.

Two days later I bought a pair of shoes and penciled in the date.

I’ve run nearly 600 miles since then.  And this weekend (holy crap right now) I’m running that Ragnar.

I’m following through.

And it feels good.

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