I'm not sure of the exact distance I went because my GPS wasn't working quite right again. I think it happens when I don't wait a minute for my Runkeeper to completely locate me. Then it spends the rest of the run trying to find me.
Anyway, Mike, John, and I went to Usery again. It was John's turn to drive. Alyssa was supposed to meet us there, too, but she slept in. I had gotten up nice and early so that I wouldn't have a repeat of last week. Plus we left a half an hour later. It was a little colder this week, so I brought some sweat pants and an extra long sleeved shirt.
We were about to start and I realized I forgot to start my Runkeeper. I turned it on real fast and as soon as it said Good GPS, we started. John and Mike took off pretty fast today. I guess they're getting in shape faster than I am. After about a quarter mile I saw an awesome shooting start go blazing across the sky. I yelled, "Wow!" I was still within range for the two of them to hear me, and I see their red blinky LED lights fade and their headlamps brighten as they turned their heads to make sure I was all right. I asked the if they saw the shooting star. Mike said they did. I said, "That was awesome!"
Right around mile 1 I heard a coyote howl. It must've been 200 yards from me. Then I heard another one answer it probably 5 or 600 yards away. That, too, was awesome. After a little bit I could only see one LED light ahead of me. It seemed closer than what I would have thought it should be and I wondered if either Mike or John was walking. At about 2.5 miles I see a headlamp coming towards me. I think to myself, "That can't be one of my guys. Surely, they couldn't have made it to the top yet." Indeed it was Mike. He told me he was going back down. He wasn't feeling good. I asked if it was his ankle that he mentioned was aching before we started. He said he was cramping. I spent most of the run hoping he was ok.
Around mile 3.2 I see John coming back towards me. He asks if I had seen Mike. I told him he had turned around. I was wondering if I should turn around with him, but at this point I was maybe a little more than half a mile from the top, so I kept going. I got to the top where I saw my first and only cyclist of the day. I turned around knowing that even though I was sore, the rest was all downhill.
I love downhill. I just put in neutral and let gravity take over. Around 5.75 miles I started wondering whether or not they would come and try to find me because last week I kept running straight. Sure enough they picked me up at mile 6. Which means John was able to run 7.3 miles and get in his suburban and pick me up in the amount of time it took me to run 6. But I'm ok with that. It's now 6:30pm as I write this, and I'm a little bit sore, but not too bad. I'm optomistic about having a good Ragnar this year.