Reach the Beach Relay 2006

Reach the Beach Relay, 2006. Just the facts for now.

Team:	Don't Drink That, It's Not Gatorade    6 males, 6 females, ages 21-47
Distance:	210 miles
Start Time:	11:40:00 PM, Friday
Finish Time:	5:40:09 PM, Saturday
Time:	28:48:08 (8:14 average pace)
Overall Place:	87th out of 300

My legs:

Leg	Started	Miles	Time	Pace
2	12:15 PM	3.10	19:45	6:22
14	9:30 PM	7.77	52:30	6:45
26	8:00 AM	4.50	28:57	6:26
Totals	—	15.37	1:41:12	6:35

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Awesome race, awesome team. Overall, tougher course than Hood to Coast, at least my legs which all had net elevation gains, some steep, up and down; the first 5K leg seemed/looked flat but gradually rose 200'. Volunteer support good, but not as good as H2C. At H2C they really had a good handle on calling out the numbers of incoming runners at each check point; at RTB it was up to team members. And though the "Dave's" porta-potties were okay, nothing beats the Oregon honey buckets!

My first leg, a quick 5K on what seemed, even while running, to look pretty flat but turned out to be a net 200' elevation gain, no wonder I felt like I was bonking by mile 2. Finished with a respectable sub-20:00 time. My second leg, just after dark, was the best, quite hilly, net 50' elevation rise, but 260' range. I ran pretty hard and tough, just kept pushing, lotsa kills; wicked dark, tiny flashlight, kept imagining myself hitting a pothole and flying, or getting hit by a car or van. My third leg, the next morning, after driving the van for two hours, then finally sleeping for about fifteen minutes, was 4.5 miles, mostly uphill it seemed, though some huge downhill as well, 200' elevation gain, 275' range, very tough run.

But after, it was weird, I had all this extra energy, like I got a second wind, I was jogging all over the place at the subsequent exchanges, I volunteered to run for any van #2 runners who my get injured, almost wishing for it!

One strange thing about being in van #1 (Hood to Coast I've always been in van #2), is that, unless you start ridiculously late or are ridiculously slow, at some point, you will drive past the lead runner of the entire race. Driving the van to the last van exchange in the middle of the night, all of a sudden, I see no more runners, I ask a guy at an empty exchange, he said that five runners have gone through so far, five. We drove on, counted, and I saw the #1 and #2 runners - I yelled to them - "you guys are 1 and 2 - there are 298 teams trying to catch you!"

Beautiful course, love the White Mountains, I'd live there if I could. And great weather, though hot on Saturday. And the team was great. I hooked up with them on a Web bulletin board, very out of character for me. Worked out great, no jerks or uptight people, no complaining, very laid back and fun.

Thankfully, my ankle held up admirably, only slightly worse for wear, still a little swelling and restricted movement, but fine for running. I should take it easy for a few days, get it healed up properly so it doesn't become a festering problem.