The invite to run with Team Ragnizzle Fo Shizzle was extended, and then politely declined, in October.
But come March, either FOMO (fear of missing out) or spontaneity was kicking in full gear and there was no way I was not going to be filling one of the two remaining open spots.
I like to think that provided just enough friendly peer pressure for Laura to jump on board.
And with that our van was filled:
Captain Kady (she demanded we called her that at all times)
Katie Peterson (not to be confused with Kady Peterson)
My only regret about this van is that it took a bit longer than I would have liked for Team Hooper to open up and let their true light shine. I don't know what's in the water up there, but they are some funny folk!
I enjoyed many a good chuckles because of them!
Now, would you like to know the biggest difference between this Ragnar and last one?
(Besides Kady not cussing anyone out.)
(And besides the fact that was actually a SoCal route instead on Inland Empire, as Laura so kindly pointed out.)
The big difference between the two was I actually enjoyed the running portion of this whole thing called Ragnar also!
Or maybe I'm just writing this far enough out that I've forgotten my misery.
But I really think I enjoyed it.
I was runner 5 and my legs were:
Highlight (i.e.: what I still remember) from each leg:
1) dancing and singing to Calvin Harris's You Used to Hold Me at a street corner
2) trying to walk up a hill and a runner coming and saying, "Let's do this." Needless to say, I got my booty in gear.
3) I chose not to be scared of running too fast and just let her go! I got a personal best of a 7:48 pace.
And dang that felt good!
Lowlights of trip:
Kady not cussing at anyone.
Kady not refusing anyone a good d-u-m-p.
Kady not refusing anyone specific food in the car.
And finally…Kady not cussing at anyone.
We met up with our other comrades to cross the finish line as a team before partaking in a blurred night of dinner and karaoke. So blurry that I don't even remember the karaoke. Although something about Jono and a risqué rendition of Whatta Man is slowly coming to mind…