They really did have Oreos at every aid station. And I really did eat them all. Then I jumped in the car because I was supposed to be at my dad’s 81st birthday party (wrong turn, Dad, honest! Damn gps!)
Along the road on the way from Camp Eagle to San Angelo, I went into a jerky store to buy gas, went to a gas station to buy coffee, loitered at a McDonald’s to buy a burger and use their internet, haggled outside it with a Girl Scout over cookies *, and hit up another convenience store for a slushy and a flushy. Only after a couple of hours on the road did I look in the mirror for the first time. A big old string of Oreo drool from my lower lip all the way down my chin.
Funny part is, I didn’t care in the least.
God, I love trail running. Even if I’m just pretending.
And a big thank you to all the members of Team 459. Never underestimate the power of a baby, a trail monkey, a wooden penguin and an Oreo wearing pink knee pads …
* I told the Girl Scout cookie girl’s mom that I’d buy cookies on the way out. She just looked at me in that polite “I’m not staring” way. When I came out 10 minutes later, they had packed up and left. I may try this technique more often.