Ken showed us that a steady pace is the best way to gobble up the miles and be strong at the finish. His third leg saw dawn over the Cascades and Puget Sound and being our only Washington native, he deserved it.
Will had an incredibly convoluted route to run through Mount Vernon at night. It resembled an anaconda trying to shed its skin. Even with our van making U-turns and passing Will in the wrong direction, he managed to put the Tutus in our rear view mirror.
Michael was the responsible adult of our van, keeping us on schedule, waking us up to meet van 2 in the dark and twittering our status. On the course, he lamented the small number of runners that kept his competitive instincts in check, but he boosted our team spirit immensely.
Andy showed us that training diets are not to be taken seriously. A doughnut, Red Bull and packets of sports beans propelled him through a grueling, hot, hilly, 7.2 mile third leg, where we finally passed the Soleja Girls for good (bearers of the rubber butts.) Andy also made friends with approximately 500 people during the race.
My own highlight was my first leg through Bellingham, where I got to run with my friend Tami of the Mitochondriacs. She caught me at a traffic light and we ran four miles together through the city, trading pace and route finding. I started to flag at the end, but a freight train stopped us just short of the exchange, so we got to finish together.
In case you're having trouble remembering why you feel so sore, these photos should prod your memory.
Great job, everyone! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.