Do you know what today is? Today marks the beginning of the Wasatch Back Relay. I call it the Wasatch Crack Relay. Mostly because the name of our team is the Crack-o-Dawners. Not sure about this Wasatch Crack stuff? Check out the description from last year.
The Wasatch Crack is a big deal - even has it's own label on the Rabidrunner blog. We Crack-o-Dawners are looking to Three Peat our mixed sub master victory. It's a Three Peat because this is year three of said sub master participation. Mixed sub masters means runners 30 or older, with both men and women. Mixed also means that you can have a maximum of six men. This year we have five men and seven women. We have won our division the last two years.
Word on the street, however, is that we Crack-o-Dawners have been cheating. Cheating, I tell you. Our last three winnings weren't earned fairly, they say. I wonder if they think we're all on the EPO? It's possible I suppose. It's possible that we all spent mega money on doping so as to earn these little doo-dads:
Worth cheating for? Hell, yeah! No. They're not. I'm just kidding. Like normally I'm just kidding. These little Wasatch Back Batons, in blue, are all you get when you win your division. Those BYU boys who pull a sub-6:00 minute/mile average for 188 miles? They get the same! So worth cheating for.
This little (big) cheating accusation has got me thinking about the ways in which to cheat at this Wasatch Crack Relay. They are:
- Use more than 12 runners. Which is impossible. Do you know how hard it is to get and keep 12 team-members? That are healthy? That know how to laugh?
- Use young punks instead of old fart 30 and overs. As if we want to spend 24 hours with people under 30. As if!
- Pick up our runner, drive for bits, then drop them off. We'd get busted for this. The course is just too busy, someone would see us.
Irregardless, we're not cheating. We're legit. We never have, and never will, cheat. I'm starting to sound like Lance Armstrong.
Anyway, here's to the madness. And the Crack-o-Dawners.
By the way, the Foxes aren't coming this year. I'm rather bummed.