Six Years Into The Wind

We all did it again for ole time sake! Some walked away happy, sad or glad, those are the ones that are still in the club. Once again my idea required a lot of effort to set that dog up, from Thursday to Saturday early morning, I was never alone with a schizophrenic. Boodini supervised my every move, from hauling equipment, food, and water, to putting up tents, marking the course, it was just the two of us. Two happy CSC Team members, who both were responsible for this lame brain idea of putting on a run, scraping a few dollars for the Bad Dogs, and dumping extra work and aggravation on our closest friends. Oh Daddy I should be scared, and with all the yelling as well. With the race on Saturday everyone began to show up, and race after the next race a new set of dogs and faces stood before the start line, and went around in circles until they finished. Finally the last race which had a total of all the others combined began. So did the effort continue with Didi, Misty, Diana, the four tikes, and what a fine show it was. We got the table loaded down with cookies, coffee, chips and then cooked up Mac and  cheese, Sarah grilled up, Will filled up, Didi kept yelling, and Misty was laughing. Before we knew the 3 hr. was over, and for three more the six hour runners  covered the ground. Burgers got done, and awards were passed out, and then we were down to half the field. Shan and Doug made a cameo appearance, we three were the original timing company. The twelve and twenty four tough folks remained and that brought on the night. It began to cool down and it seemed like  it was going to rain, but it never did. Another break, which never happens when we ran this dog in December. The soups in the crock pots worked out good and convenient, so was the lasagne. But like always the early morning hours are always the toughest for those out on the trail. It really takes a mental ambition to continue when your body says enough is enough. Jeff laid it done with 52.You can stop and catnap, or you can just push through, either way for a few hours until dawn, it just plain hurts. We stayed up, packed up a load and fired up the bacon. Misty and I laughed about nothing, played continuous music and I couldn't believe that I didn't deliver the lasagne to Kay's tent door, at least that was what I was chastised for not doing. What the heck? And why the hell didn't I have the animal crackers that she requested? Another unhappy customer, but it's all good in the hood. Finally the 24 hour shindig ended, we scrambled eggs, I took down the tents, cleaned off the tables, loaded all the gear and Boodini in the truck and headed to the casa. Unloaded everything, took a bath, and headed to church. Got back home again, ate a tiny bit, and missed the final clue from Sherlock Holmes on TV cause I fell asleep. I am ready for a hundred miler. Well at least Run Like the Wind got done. Thanks Guys!