FAVORITE RUNS - Ryan "Sanford" Pancoast
Thanks to all our friends and family who kept this blog alive. We are all enjoying catching up on all the posts and comments. Now, I thought it would be a good idea for the runners to share some of their experiences. So I'm asking every runner to comment of their favorite run of the entire trip. For instance, my favorite run was my first in Missouri. Running at sunset, I had a bright orange sky to my back and a pastel-colored evening sky in front of me, complete with a bright full moon. I passed through some amazing farmland along rolling hills. It was perfectly quiet, so the sound of my footsteps made the cows lift up their white faces and stare at me as I passed. Zero wind, and just slightly cold. It was one of those runs that made you realize how vast the country really is. Fellow RIT XC runners, please share your own experiences!
-Girlie Lookin' (according to Gillian '96) Ryan "Sanford" Pancoast
-Girlie Lookin' (according to Gillian '96) Ryan "Sanford" Pancoast
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Nice description Sanford!
I'd have to say that many of the legs that I ran were breathtaking. California, Arizona, and New Mexico can't be topped. The three states have so many beautiful views of the mountains.
My favorite run in the trip that I can most distinctly remember was on the first night. Our RV was parked in a gigantic gourge in California, and It was probably about 1am(10 mph back-wind/50 degrees). Before we ran we all chilled up on top of the RV and peered into the night sky. We saw so many things including shooting stars(Spaceman), and an UFO, possible a fighter jet, flew by at an incredbile speed. We sat on top of the RV probably for over an hour, then Bert decided to take a #2 in the bathroom and open the vent. Well what Can I say...It drove us all off the roof.
I was warned about a half a mile before J.J would hand off to me. I recieved the Gold baton from him and took off. I was left alone with nothing but my two batons, and a reflective vest. Since I was the start of a new rotation I was left running out by myself for over a mile. In between the gourge, towering cliffs to both sides, and stars above. I'll be honest, I was scared to death. Whenever I heard a russle, I'd bang the two batons togther in attempt to scare anything away. (Thats how I got a banged up baton...thank god the gold one wasn't so cheap) It was out of a SCI-FI movie. I was just waiting for the Aliens to come and grab me from the planet, but then the headlights of the RV and Van rolled over the hill and I was saved.
Being the start of the rotation could sometimes leave you out in the dark, navigating the road by only the sound of your footsteps on the pavement. I wouldn't even run around my block at night back Home without a flashlight.
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~Lugie
I would have to say my favorite run was my first night leg in Missouri. There was just a little bit of snow on the ground, and the moon was full, so everything was lit up by an unearthly sort of glow. You could see everything, but nothing in detail. Just running up in the Ozarks, up in those twisty little roads, looking around at the woods and houses and he stars. And then I ran past a horse pasture, and four of them came out to meet me, just watching me run by, looking like they kinda wished they could come with me. A very satisfying run, on the whole.
I'll have to agree with Flipper and say my favorite run was the first night leg in Missouri. It was so quiet and peaceful. The only problem was the sound of the minivan behind me. I wish that it could have been just a little farther back. I could hear the streams and creeks churning and flowing. The slightest sound was heard in the trees and snow. The moon was so full that everything glistened on the slightly iced over snow. It was just amazing. It was one of the few legs where I did not even notice if there was an uphill or downhill coming up in the road. I was too busy admiring the sight of the sky and all of my surroundings. It was simply the most relaxing 2 mile segment of the trip. It sure beat all those nasty runs in Kansas. Other than that, most of the legs just seemed to blur together. I think I can remember only a handful off the top of my head. Something had to happen on a leg for it stick out. If nothing different occurred, it was just like every other 2 mile journey on the trip.
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