because after hearing the post-ragnar stories from so many co-workers today, i grew a little nostalgic for the pump of relay race adrenaline.
ragnar people - back me up. there is a ragnar feeling. i think it's a mix of thrill, sleepiness, anticipation, dread, and camaraderie. throw in some cramped muscles and a pinch of the collective smell of adult sweat. it's a perfect combination.
i'll never quit convincing myself that i can learn to love to run.
just like the little engine that could, i think i can, i think i can, i think i can.
enter this morning's casual conversation about arranging a corporate team {again} for next year's race.
and if you've followed my blog for a while now, you know how much fun we have at urs.
is there any other corporate environment that teases {and teases and teases}, fights {and fights and fights and fights}, and loves like brothers and sisters as much as we do? i bet not.
so when someone suggested the so cal relay {robin, it's really called so cal. i didn't stoop that low on my own} the idea of a massive corporate road trip is not at all out of the question.
does that sound like fun or what? or am i just crazy?
considering the fact that running is the worst sport ever, perfect climate, sea level, and views of the coast line of orange and san diego counties makes it entirely tolerable in my mind.
like, i'm dying to do it.
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