By the time you read this, I’ll be at least partway through the first half marathon of the week.
Our trip to Denver went mostly smoothly. We had a really full flight, so I ended up gate checking the bag with my running shoes and then spent the whole flight worried that I wouldn’t be reunited with them. (Note to self: never again part with the running shoes voluntarily.)
We landed in Denver right on time, got our luggage (Yay! Shoes!), got our rental and headed to our friends’ house. We then proceeded to go out lunch where I had a margarita. Mile high + slightly dehydrated + strong margarita? Not my smartest move ever.
Sunday morning we got up early and had breakfast with our friends. Then we hit the road for the 6 hour drive to Dalhart, TX. AKA the drive through the middle of nowhere.
Seriously. It was a whole lot of empty. As Beer Geek said “there’s not a whole lot of “here” here.”
And our entrance into Dalhart for the first race in the Dust Bowl Series included a dust storm. How apropos.
After a quick packet pickup, a quick dinner, and the purchase of a small flashlight (do you have any idea how dark it gets out here???), we headed to the hotel where I set out every possible item I might need for the race.
And focused on relaxing and hydrating.