Race day was a chilly and beautiful one. John drove his 6 girls, including his beautiful wife Kris, Runner #1, to Blaine, border with Canada, to start the mission. Once at race stage, Jess, our amazing Captain and Runner #3, without whom the terrific team organization and logistics would have not been possible, checked the team, and received our bib numbers “34” and baton.
The race began and all the wheels and pulleys started to work in an astounding harmonized way. So harmonized that there were no snags
Left the exchange area, cheered the current runner, said goodbye and drove to the next stage. Two, three, four, five, six times. In the mean time, life in the van was quite interesting. The runner that just finished "baby-wiped" her body and "dressed-up" for her next leg, we indeed felt clean. We ate, and ate, and ate. Clif bars, peanut butter, and bagels sustained us, to the point that we may not eat them ever again. We drank tons of water, talked and laughed a lot, and never slept.
At exchange #6, the baton was passed to Ginger, Runner #7 from Van 2, and now was Tony’s turn to take his girls, and did what John has done. Six times. The strategy for the first leg was to run it slower than race pace with the purpose of conserving energy for legs 2 & 3.