This year, I ran leg 2 which goes from the beach at Padre Island to the bridge that connects Padre Island to Flour Bluff, (according to my Nike app that amounted to about 4.75 miles). Being that the traffic on the island is literally at a standstill for HOURS before and after the race, I chose to ride a shuttle bus to the start of my leg. Convenient, right?
Howabout my bus got in a wreck on the bridge.
|Post-wreck. Sitting around waiting for police & another bus.|
So if that wasn't strange enough, I nearly got barfed on while I was waiting in the chute for my first leg teammate. Apparently some guy didn't quite train well enough for the 3 mile run along the beach. C'mon Man! Also, not what I wanted to see just prior to takeoff. My mirror neurons were firing off and before too long, I was also feeling some sympathy nausea.
And if you still aren't convinced of my race day's bizarreness, I caught a proposal going into the chute between legs 2 and 3. I'm running around the corner about to hand off to my next teammate and see this large group of people dressed alike, a sign saying "Marry Me," and a guy down on one knee holding a ring out to a female runner. I cheered for them as I thought, there's no way I'd want to be proposed to when I'm sweaty, stinky, and out of breath. I assume she said yes.
|Yay! All done!! (you can see leg #3 runners on the bridge behind me.)|
Needless to say, I was thankful to be back in the comfort of my own car driving home.