|Sue and Kirsten, tied together, wearing bike helmets, |
inside A.T.&T Park, solving a puzzle.
Ah, Adventure. By thy very name you are the unexpected. And we were expecting the unexpected. But we were anticipating it during the Oyster Race - not on the way there, at 6am on a cold, foggy dawn on the shoulder of the freeway.
Adventure, you win this round.
Last year the four of us were part of the Las Vegas Triathlon (see blogpost HERE). Sue, Kirsten and I as competitors and Karen as our roadie/cheerleader. We had a great time training for the Tri, but the race itself was a poorly coordinated, heat-stricken endurance contest out in Lake Mead and the long, steep hills around it. Not fun.
So this year we decided to have as much fun AT the race as we did during the training. The Oyster Race seemed to fit this bill perfectly. It is one of the new wave of “Urban Adventure” Races where the emphasis is on your brains as much as your brawn and the gimmick is that you do not know what you’ll be doing beforehand.