The Oak"Bourne" Supremacy

The agents: Kristie and her squad of 6 BFFs

The mission: Locate 8 checkpoints hidden in Oakbourne Mansion Park and complete the team challenges before time expires.

 

2600 Divided By 9

Just a Map and Water--No Other Provisions

How much adventure can nine 12-year-olds have in 2600 acres of woodlands?  Well, we found out on Sunday at our first ever Adventure Race Birthday Party in Ridley Creek State Park.


The trash talking started early when we split the boys into teams of three.  But talk is cheap.  The course would separate the contenders from the pretenders and the whiners from the winners—trust me, there's gonna be some whining before this is all over.

Start 'Em Early

K-rocks has been champing at the bit to race this year. I found the perfect event for her first race—a 5 mile trail run in Ridley Creek State Park—the Media Mud Stain. Between karate, hockey and weeks of running, she seemed ready, but we decided to go for a test run a few weeks before race day. After 1-1/2 miles, it wasn’t looking good.  Something just wasn’t right. Her faced seemed too red, like she was overheating. But it was a cool fall day, and she only had on a light jacket. I decided to take her jacket, and suddenly it was like a whole new girl. Only forty-five degrees out, and she's running through the woods in a tank top and shorts. When she finished with a sprint, I was sure she was ready.

WHY? (AC Marathon)

So far my post-marathon routine has consisted of zombie-like wandering while my brain and feet battle over whether they're allowed to stop and sit down—which all the run gurus decry as a painful decision. Eventually my feet realize they don't need to listen to my brain, and I sit down. Sunday my feet won the post-race battle in Boardwalk Hall in Atlantic City. My support team of Kristin, Mom and her friend Mrs. H watched as I joined other racers in the Hall--wrung out and spent. Mom finally asked a young guy
near us the obvious question:
“Why do you guys do this?”

Griesacker Race--the descent that made the climb worth it

Anytime a race makes me feel younger than what my license says . . . well that's a good day of racing. At the end of the Wilmington marathon I felt 75 and I swear buzzards were circling. But not today. Today was 30 years the other way.

Father's Day Phone a Friend

Father's Day.  I get to pick the adventure and we get to try phone-O.  One partner stays at the start with the map.  The second partner runs the first half of the course while being guided over the phone by the first partner.  It could be fun or it could be bad.  But it will be interesting for sure.

Green Means Go (as in Go Looong)

So I'm antsy to do an advanced orienteering course and DVOA is hosting an event at Hibernia.  How can I pass this up?  Dog wants to go and he wants to bring his buddy M1.  Sounds good.  Then K-Rocks wants in with her buddy Bunky.  Hmmm . . . this might not go according to plan.

Can you spot Krocks?