Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Saturday, August 24, 2013
Friday, August 23, 2013
Game time is almost here for van 2. We're currently at exchange 18, waiting for Matt and Jeff to finish. Ready to go after a quick stop at Sizzle Pie in Portland.
Knock on wood, but we haven't seen the levels of crazy van pileup delays as we did last year. Mist, OR will be the real test, but maybe the early start time worked...
It's bad. Three almost-misses for Ben Liebald, Ben Carr and Angie Strange.
I think Kerry Murrill, driver extrodinaire, would have been proud of our "adaptive routing" and creative use of u-turns to get out of traffic.
About to hand it back to van 1 in Portland.
I think one of the hardest things about these relays is the waiting. Van 2 is currently in irons (as the sailors would say) at the exchange for leg 7. We should start in about an hour, but in the meantime, we can only hang out, stretch and not let nerves get to us. These races are fits of energy for a few hours followed by a slow burn of laying low and chatting with teammates & other teams (one just let us know that our blog address is 401'ed on the van--thanks Team Glory Days)
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Sunday, May 5, 2013
When we last left our team, Google1 was sitting back in second at the Golden Gate Relay with 6 legs remaining. Defending champions DSE held a 9-minute lead. They had earlier suffered an injury that forced their runners into an unfamiliar rotation. Within striking distance, it could come down to the wire. The team took chase.
One minute, two, another three. The gap narrowed.
Victory looked plausible. Possible even. After a night of twists and turns, anything could happen. Stymied the last two years, we wanted this more than ever. Our adversaries were coming up upon the end of their rotation, but we would still be running on relatively fresher legs. We could capitalize.
Then, what's this? Another injury. Damnation! Chance strikes again. Their rotation would take an additional turn, this time to their advantage. Hopes dashed. Spirits dwindled. Would this be how it was to end?
Finish strong. We put up a fight, let's push through to the end. And so we did.
As we drove to the finish, the course was left unmarked. Unfamiliar scenes came into view at the new finish in Santa Cruz. We looked for parking, but something was odd. We hadn't seen their runner... and neither had they.
Uncertainty sets in. What happened? Our anchor arrives, realization sets. They missed the turn. We won. DSE is upset, and rightfully so. This race was theirs to lose.
A fortunate win? Yes. But not unearned. Next year will be fun. But for now, on to Hood to Coast.
|Victory at Sea|
With 6 legs to go, DSE, Google, and Stanford were within about 15 minutes, in that order. Now our teammates are descending from Skyline to Santa Cruz We're getting beer for the finish. Almost done! Haven't slept a wink. Too exciting!