I can't think of a better phrase to sum up the Hood to Coast relay. It is now Sunday morning. I have had a full night sleep, and am getting ready for breakfast, both of which mean a lot more after this weekend.

At two o'clock on Friday we loaded up "van 2" and headed to Sandy - our first exchange point.
Once I had met my team mates and was in the van, the nerves settled down, and the excitement kicked in to high gear. We got to Sandy and joined the other 6,000 people waiting for their first vans to make it down the
mountain. The parking lot at Fred Meyer was packed with vans, buses, SUVs all sporting team decor. (Let me just say that there are a few very "creative" people involved with some team naming and van decorating). Some teams were even in costumes, all running dressed as cheerleaders or hula dancers.
Our van ran from Sandy to the banks for the Willamette River between 5 -
10 p.m. There we again met van 1 and they took over for us. I had just finished my first 6-mile leg and felt pretty good. We headed into Portland to take showers and get some food. We set up a picnic in an empty parking lot with the food that my cousin and I had packed, which was more than enough to supply the team. That is when things went down hill...
From Portland our van needed to drive out to St. Helens and try to sleep at the fairgrounds until the next exchange took place. Unfortunately, I got extremely car sick on the way out there and "lost" every calorie and electrolyte that I had just fed my system. We only had abo

ut an hour before the next van arrived and our first runner took off again. I didn't feel good, and never fell asleep. I did get to lie down and stretch/rest my legs. Some nice ladies at the snack cart happened to have a pack of saltine crackers and shared with me and Sarah (who was in the first van, and who was also very sick from heat exhaustion).
Our van left the fairgrounds at about 2:30 in the morning. We were tired and it was dark and dusty for the next 20 miles. I was

the last runner in our van, and had until about 6:30
before I would need to go again. By the time I got out to run, I had managed to keep down 5 saltine crackers and a "nasty gel" - one of those packs of sugary solution that give athletes a kick of energy for an event. I ran my leg, slow, but I did finish. We again loaded up and headed to our final van exchange point. There we were able to lay out a tarp and get a little sleep. I was cold, and stayed in the van, but was quite content to curl up on the seat and rest.
At 11:45 a.m. we again met van one and began the final legs to get us to the beach. It was a very hot day, and there was little shade for the runners. We stopped frequently to make sure they had water to drink along the way and doused them with water to keep them cool. Fatigue had set in, the hills were steep and the going was tough. I was feeling pretty jittery about my last leg - another 6 miles to the finish. I was still not feeling good, but had managed to eat a plain bagel and a vitamin water. Once I started, I just settled in and went. I had about a mile up hill followed by a nice bit of downhill and then a lot of flat ground to the coast. There were people everywhere cheering, and that gave enough adrenaline to get me to the finish - faster than anyone anticipated. Half of my team was waiting at the finish line, and the rest met me there and we were all able to cross together! I was so happy to be done, and amazed that I had actually finished.
My conclusion: my body is capable of doing things I never would have imagined. I ran almost 17 miles on a mostly empty stomach and about one hour of sleep, and at the end was smiling and ready to sign up for next year!
"Jogging is very beneficial. It's good for your legs and your feet. It's also very good for the ground. It makes it feel needed." ~ Charles M. Schultz