|State flags over the start/finish line|
at the Born To Run Ultras 2014
|My new belt handmade by the Tarahumara|
Cuz we do that - and we did.
|Metalachi - Best mariachi band ever!!|
Photo courtesy of Chris Rios.
|Friday night scavenger hunt with these crazy runners|
|Runners on top of the ridge at|
the East Creek Ranch
And it happened this past weekend, but it was a different energy altogether. This race is evolving in a good way and, as I learned while co-hosting an interview with Luis Escobar about the Born To Run Ultras along with Eric Schranz of UltraRunner Podcast this past week, even Luis will admit he doesn't have much control over the shenanigans of this race. This race seems to be what we as runners will create out of it. We want a beer mile? We organize a beer mile - with almost no rules of course. We want to wear crazy, wild, no-stretch-of-the-imagination costumes? We do it - and we do it with confidence. We want certain music? We pull together the funds to make it happen and get the raunchiest most rated R band asking to see our "Chi Chis." We want an archery hunt run? Voila. Go run ten miles and learn to shoot with a bow and arrow. We want to bring inflatable pools and skinny dip? Well, as long as you don't mind taking a dip with little cow pie floaty bits, you're golden. Luis creates the backdrop for our weekend shenanigans and does a damn good job running the show as the sheriff of East Creek Ranch for the weekend.
|Don't mess with the sheriff|
|Beer mile start|
|Thursday night jam session|
|Rarajipari bola races|
|Sit your tired ass down...|
|Chillin from the Zaps lounge|
|Me and my friend Maggie|
|Zaps Threads booth and shirts|
|The Red 11s performing Marshmallow Man|
These are ultra runners.
THESE ARE ULTRA RUNNERS!
Many of those people just put thirty to sixty miles or more on their legs and now they are dancing with as much or more energy and enthusiasm that they put into their race that day. And you could tell, they were enjoying every single moment. The laughter and the joy was contagious. How could you not want to participate in that?
|Luis Escobar crowd surfing|
Photo courtesy Patrick Sweeney
Nobody got hurt, lost, or died this year and the event was way beyond successful. Runners are still posting their shenanigans to the BTR group facebook page.
|Dancin! Where's my face?|
Photo courtesy Tom Norwood
And my chill zone seemed to be a great hangout success as well with complimentary Stone IPA brew, jello shots, whiskey, and comfy bean bags, van chairs, and intertubes to sit back and relax on. I got to chat with new people and visit with old friends. I got to dance on stage, hula hoop, participate in the Rarajipari Bola races, run in a scavenger hunt, stare at an awesome starry night sky, listen to Luis and his volunteer posse jam together on guitars, and run an awesome 50k race where I felt great the whole time, except for the bit where I bled like a stuck pig, but honestly not even that mattered. My weekend was beyond good times.
|My little ol' booth and chill lounge|
|My BTR amulets|
And this year, I got to tell Akabill (the artist who makes the finisher's running amulets) that I wore his amulet for my 100 miler and it brought me good luck. And this year, not only did I get a finisher's amulet but Akabill gave me another amulet unglazed and made from a special clay stamped with the symbol of Leah (my Hawaiian spelling is surely lacking here) who represents "women's joy" or "women's pleasure spot." Yup. If my running amulet brings me good luck I can only hope that combining the two amulets together around my neck can bring me running luck and LOTS of pleasure... or maybe even a running orgasm if I'm lucky. Let's hope my friend Matt isn't with me on a run for those antics.
Speaking of antics. I promised to get to the shenanigans. Well... these can only be best described in pictures... so...
I already can't wait for next year!
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