Things were looking bad when I found myself at work on Thursday Googling “tips for surviving a half marathon you didn’t train for.” But the funny thing is, I rarely prepare myself for this event. The other weird thing is that even though it was painful, it has somehow become normal to just throw myself into random things like this and get ‘er done. It’s amazing what the human body is capable of if you just ask it. Don’t get me wrong – I don’t think this is a good way to race and it’s not like I did something impressive. The whole thing was also really quite painful: I rubbed blisters on the toes of both my feet and my left knee still hurts. I just find it interesting that we, as humans, can often do so much more than we think we can.
This past weekend was the annual Klondike Road Relay – a road running race that goes from Skagway to Whitehorse through the middle of the night. It was my 8th year participating and my third as part of the Whitehorse Hash team. Thank gawd those wankers will have me. I appreciate having a team to participate with where it is more important to drink beer than it is to run quickly. I ran leg 5 this year which leaves me with only legs 6 and 10 to go and then I will have run them all. It’s funny how running the whole thing has become a goal of mine by accident. I didn’t start out thinking I cared but, now that I am so close, I really want to complete it. Funny, but it is somehow the Yukon way: participate in a race that takes place in the middle of the night for which you haven’t entirely prepared and then do it again every September. It’s just something that people do here, which is both hilarious and awesome. I love where I live.