Let me explain!
Yes, we did discuss how we would cross in formation, running proudly across the finish line in our awesome team shirts. But being the last runner in this whole race gave me a lonngg time to wait. So when I came running (dragging in, really) into view of the finish line, something came over me and I just started sprinting. I didn't know I had it in me really. I'd like to think under the circumstances, (if you hadn't already worn yourselves out with long legs getting us there) that each of you would also have run with all your heart to cross under that glorious orange Ragnar finish line. Scott you started us off in the whole race. Robert, you injured your ankle and still had the farthest distance. Kady, your finish line was way back in Fountain Hills and your family still came to cheer you on. Lori, Trevor, Tyler, and all of Van #1 really, you gave us such a lead, we were way ahead of schedule. Monica, our team captain,you took those hills for us like a soldier taking a bullet (not a cop taking a bullet because well, you know...) Jim, you kept running even though your finish line was around the corner, behind this store, over to the left... Heath and Brent you joined our team to make us a complete set and ran without complaining, much. And Chris, my wonderful husband who down played the fact that you were injured going into the race and would not yield any of your runs.
My sprint at the end was meant in the spirit of team work. But can you blame me really, since running is a solo sport?
Great job everyone. I'd love to do it again next year, even if you give me leg seven.
