tired, a little sore, and elated.

Ragnar how I love thee.   It is hard to understand because why would I love running for days with no sleep being "killed" by the "real" runners left and right.  I look around and there are beautiful bodies and amazing runners every where.  I feel like I stand out and they are probably looking at me going "really?"  I still love it.

My final leg my insides were trying to leave my body for some reason.  I had been at every pit stop in the port a potties trying to get ready and hoping that it would clear before my run.  It didn't.  I was ok for about the first half mile and then the cramps hit me and I felt like I was going to lose it.  Mind over matter and I tried to focus on the run so I could just keep going.  I then see my team on the side of the road and they are all cheering me on.  It is those moments that make the Ragnar something incredible.  The community and camaraderie of not just my team but most of the people on the race.

As those gazelle's pass me, they say great job to me, van's drive by honking and cheering and when you cheer someone on they smile, wave and you can see the joy.  Ragnar gives me an opportunity to experience something I have never even had a glimpse into before in my life and I feel positively fortunate to have had the opportunity to share this with my friends, my team mates, and all the other runners that makes Ragnar....well unbelievable.