As my friend Chris would say (very tongue-in-cheekly, as we are both almost 40, not Criss Cross--and yes, I chose Criss Cross to diggity date myself): Check it. I'm leaving in a couple hours to drive a van for a team from my CrossFit academy (http://www.teamcrossfitacademy.com)
as they participate in this: http://www.ragnarrelay.com.
Twelve runners per team will cover 200 miles in 24 hours, starting this afternoon from Ventura and going through to Dana Point. One runner goes at a time. Two vans carry the gear for 6 team members each, as well as the team members who aren't running. I'll be driving one of the vans. I anticipate that delirium and hallucinations will set in at about 3 or 4 tomorrow morning. I'll be mainlining caffeine and experiencing shenanigans from other slap-happy people in the van.
I'm an excellent driver. And not just in the driveway.
(That's my story, and I'm sticking with it.)
I'll let you know how it goes, after 24 sleep-deprived hours and the promise of a beer or two at the end.
And no, I never considered being a runner for even a SECOND. The team I'm driving for is pretty badass (how could they not be, with a name like Team Pound Sand?), and as I've mentioned before, I am convinced I'm made of all slow-twitch muscle and spare parts, running only when chased. Or when doing CrossFit workouts like Helen, Kelly, or Eva.