Ok, so, I'm back. JaMissMe?
Gawd, but that was a tiring experience! Lemme just say this.... "Ultarunners are Whacked Out!" I read that somewhere once, now I've seen it!
OUT! (out of their minds, only understanding toenails)
That's what ultrarunners are!!!!
I seen it! I seen it first-freaking-hand, as excellent race helper David Redero and I crewed for the tall, striking, impressive goddess to be named in the next paragraph. David is a former US Marine and aspiring ultra-runner. More than anything, he's a good dude and an organizer of mini-van's extraordinaire.
Anybody know Alisa Springman? Off course you do. The teacher. Yeah, Alisa Springman the teacher from Pennsylvania. Yeah, the one that won the Florida Keys 100.
The race I talked about, starts in Key Largo at US 1 Mile Marker 101 and runs down US 1 (Southwest, I can't stress that enough, Southwest) for 97 miles, then it makes a left and goes 3 miles and BAM! You're there.
Anyone ever drive that stretch? Yeah, running it is worse. All on pavement. All in the heat. But you know what? Crewing for it is a blast, well, if your runner wins it is. I'm not talking beat all the other chicks winning.... I'm talking beating everybody in America winning!!! She was great, it was an honor to crew for her, and she's insane! Hey, Alisa you just won the Florida Keys 100, what are you gonna do now? "Er, well, it's 5 AM there are no hotels available, I reckon I'll ride back to Key Largo."
What, no shower after 23 hours and 100 miles?
Hey, I can stand the smell of Andy if David can! He could, we did, we drove back not just to Key Largo but to Fort Lauderdale before the heaven sent shower and the precious nap.
Alisa, you're the best! Love ya! You're Crazy!!!!!
ps, Will add pictures tomorrow, but I haven't had time to do nuttin' since my return, and I'm gonna relax with a brewski (minus the brewski) and watch a movie (minus the movie) while the laundry does itself (minus the does itself.)