Calling all Ragnar runners training for the Wasatch Back Relay who are sick and tired of it. Are you fed up with those nagging little injuries? Do you feel like your time could be better spent in the backyard with a beer and a good book? You’re not alone. Our time is almost over. I’m sure we will see each other out on the race course. You may not recognize me while we are running by one another. People talk about the “bonding” that occurs while doing these physical acts of greatness. Whenever someone says something to that affect, I want to smack them.
Injuries be damned. I must finish up this training for the Wasatch Back. Thanks to the big man upstairs or maybe the race people, my course legs are even shorter now.
I have been fighting with injuries for the past few months and it SUCKS! First I gave myself whiplash from late season skiing. That was fun. Then I kept having reoccurring pain on the top of my foot. I had to take a month off from running because my podiatrist thought I was on my way to a stress fracture. I went back to running and the pain came back immediately. After a successful self diagnosis, and another $100 at the Salt Lake Running Company, new shoes solved that pain. Then a bad wreck on a mountain bike trip at the White Rim Trail in Canyonlands National Park left me with a knee so bruised and swollen it looked like an eggplant, along with a shoulder I could no longer swing (but that’s a story for another day.)
So here I am, nearly a month away from the race and I wonder if I can make it to the end. I’m baffled by the thought that this race is sold out. There are 1,000 teams in the mix. Who are these people? I wonder if some of them are like me, trying to do something just because it seemed like a good idea six months ago, and now are just waiting for race day to be over with.
So who are these people who run for a “good time?” What chemical, physical zappy thing do they have in their brains that I apparently lack? Super sprinters, marathon runners, I admire your spirit but please don’t rub it in my face. Many of you have no body fat to speak of; in fact I’m sure you don’t even know what a fat dimple looks like. All I ask is please be kind when you smoke my dimply ass while you run past me. If you don’t, I’m sure karma will allow me to buzz you with my car when you’re running one of your “fun” runs sometime this summer.
Hey there- found your article quite by accident and wanted to post.
I’m 1/12th of an Indiana team coming out for Ragnar-Wasatch Back next week. I’m the atypical runner that was encouraged (read: duped) to do the relay when I was 7 months pregnant. I was also already overweight to begin with. Also a newbie runner before I got pg with my 2nd daughter. But since starting training in January- I’ve lost over 50 lbs and I’ve trained like I’m supposed to. So- from one dimply ass to another, I’ll be happy to be RUNNING with you! 🙂 (I’m runner 7 on our team)