Thursday morning, we all fly out to Col. Then Friday morning, at 6:15 am, I'll watch the first of my teammates take off on a 30-hour, 170-mile relay across Colorado. Then somewhere in the next 8 or 9 hours, it will be my turn.
Here's the breakdown:
- Ten (mostly) New Mexico Outlaws, and one alternate/driver.
- Two vans.
- Thirty hours
- One hundred seventy miles of Colorado roads, paths, and trails.
SO each of us has three legs, 10 legs apart. So for instance, I have legs 10, 20, and 30, which I believe may be the easiest ones. I yelled loud and clear for these: I was all, "I CALL LEGS 10, 20, and 30!!" There are some things worth latching onto and worrying like a pit bull. Like corner cubicles with leaky ceilings. and slightly flattish downhill relay legs. but anyway.
Sweet Baboo has legs 9, 19, and 29. So, he'll be handing off to me, and we'll always get to be in the same van. Oooo! Maybe we can neck.
Friday High 62 degrees F
Friday Low 39 degrees F
20-40% chance T-storms/Rain/Snow
Friday High 70 degrees F
Friday Low 40 degrees F
30% chance T-storms
I don't know how the "chance of precipitation" works in Colorado. In New Mexico, chance really means chance, and it's more like, "There's a 30% chance it will rain somewhere today, but it probably won't be here."
This whole endeavor has involved much planning, and our esteemed team captain has done most of it.
I'm stoked! It's going to be a blast! 11 sweaty, wired, up-all-night, running triathletes crossing 170 miles of Colorado byways.