Much of my free time and mental energy this week will be spent gearing up for the Hood to Coast Relay. Although I have a fair amount of relay experience (six Red Eye Relays and two Bourbon Chases under my belt), this will be my first Hood to Coast, not to mention my first time on the West Coast. So I'm a little excited.
Mostly I'm just anticipating a good time. Races are fun, and relays are funner. They play out like a sleepover for grownups: a lot of camaraderie and giggling and not a lot of sleep. Tempers may fray a bit in the wee hours, but sunrise brings new hope as the homestretch nears.
Hood to Coast is billed as the "Mother of All Relays" with more than 1,000 teams. That's 12,000 runners! Hood to Coast and I are about the same age, too--it got its start in 1982, just like me. With such a well-established and well-attended event, there is sure to be more excitement along the course and more people to run with than any relay I've done before.
I'm runner #1, an admission which seems to provoke winces from those in the know. Apparently I have some tough legs ahead of me. Hopefully my legs are tough enough for the task.
Expect more anticipatory posting as the event draws nearer, and if you're interested in the fortunes of yours truly and our team, Hoosiers to Coast, during the run, follow me on Twitter: @readmuchrunfar.