Let's talk about Ragnar Zions. 127 miles, 8 runners, in the beautiful Zions National Park. Camping, running, camping, running, etc. I went down with a group from my office and had some quality coworker bonding.
What started like this...
Turned into this...
It rained for 4 straight hours. I kid you not. Utah does not rain like that. But this time it did. And 4 hours of rain brought mud. Sooo much mud. Oh. And after the rain and mud? Snow. Yes. Snow. About a half mile into my 8.2 mile run it started. And how long did it snow for? No short of 2.5 hours.
Running literally turned into taking a few steps and waiting as I slid around on the mud. Trees became hand holds to pull myself up the hills. I lost count after 20ish total wipe outs. I'm not talking slips in the mud, I'm talking cartoon like banana peel wipe outs.
I wish I could explain better the yards of mud up to my knees, the hills I practically had to crawl up because the mud was so slippery I couldn't even stand, the horizontal wind on the crest of the hill that made it impossible to see the next hill, and the beautiful silence running in the snow, in the middle of the mountains, in the middle of the night. It was surreal - and freakin' crazy!
So after all of that, what did I do last week? I registered for Ragnar Zions 2015...
