You may remember a few months ago when I discovered the joys of volunteering. Well, another round of Paris Mountain Trail Runs has rolled around and I resumed my post as water station attendant in the wilderness. I even coerced Running Buddy into some chilly, early-morning volunteering as well.
We made a few changes this time around…in May, plenty of people wanted to know if we had Gatorade or just water. This time, they had that option. Although I must say that, as the Powerade hander outer, the preference was heavily weighted towards water. Midway through the race, I began crafting jingles in order to tempt runners into snagging a spiffy glass of blue stuff from me instead of the boring, ho-hum, oh-so-ordinary water from RB. What’s that? Handing out hydration isn’t a competition? It’s a good thing, because I would have LOST.
Speaking of lost, I was very thankful that a ranger helped us set up the water spot. If not, I would still be in the wilderness. (Sidenote: The good news is that there was a (sporadic) cell phone signal there, so I could have called Scott to rescue me. I can imagine that conversation now…”Where are you?” Um, on a trail. “Which trail?” I don’t know. There are trees. “That’s not very helpful…”) This time, the journey to our station required a very bumpy, very rugged 15-minute drive in a gator.
It seemed like everyone was having fun, and I only heard about one sprained ankle this go-around. That’s not too bad, considering the added hazard of leaves covering the other hazards on the trail.
In other news, if anyone gets a chance you should go leave a comment on my friend D’s blog. She’s the person I’ve been “coaching” to a first half marathon and she’s in her last 2 weeks of training. Despite a busy work schedule, she’s done a fantastic job of getting her mileage in and ran 12 miles this past weekend. It’s taper time now and she’s got the 13.1 IN THE BAG, but I’m sure she’d appreciate some encouraging words from others who’ve made the same journey.