In a moment of impulsiveness, I decided to join a team for a unique running event in Portland, Oregon—the 8 Track Relay. This 24-hour relay race, combined with a music festival themed around the ’70s, sounded exciting. My only connection was a friend named Sarah, who had posted on social media looking for an additional member for her team. “Just one four-mile leg,” I thought. “I can handle that.”
When I first met the Flying Pink Flamingos, I quickly realized I was surrounded by seven extremely fit women in their forties, casually discussing their latest marathon adventures. I hesitated for a moment, but their enthusiastic claims of not being competitive eased my nerves. “We just want to have fun!” they exclaimed. Our captain surveyed how many legs each Flamingo could commit to; I was the lone participant signing up for just one leg, while the rest were tackling four legs each—16 miles in total.
Feeling a bit anxious, I approached the captain and casually mentioned my diabetes. I wanted her to be aware but didn’t need any special treatment. She looked taken aback, clearly unsure how to process this information. Living with Type I diabetes means I must constantly balance insulin levels; if I don’t manage it well, I could face serious complications.
As the afternoon wore on, my turn to run approached. I started to worry that I wouldn’t have time to apply chafing cream to my thighs in the sweltering 90-degree heat. It’s worth noting that extreme heat can also lower blood sugar levels. I conducted a quick glucose test; it was lower than I preferred. I quickly grabbed some jelly beans and made my way to the handoff area.
I spotted my teammate in her vibrant pink shirt approaching, and she passed me the timing chip, cleverly concealed in an old 8-track tape of “Stayin’ Alive.” With strong legs and lungs, I took off. Midway through the course, I began to feel the familiar signs of low blood sugar—shakiness in my arms and legs. I reached for a GU pack, choked it down, and regretted not trying it out beforehand. The taste was awful, and I feared I might vomit.
I managed to send a text to my team: MILE 3, WALKING. But I was barely able to walk. A fellow runner checked in, asking if I was okay. “Absolutely!” I replied, deceiving both her and myself. My legs felt like jelly, and I knew if I sat down, I likely wouldn’t get back up. I whispered to myself, “Just cross the finish line on your feet.”
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the GU kicked in. I was able to jog the last quarter mile, celebrating my effort quietly, knowing that my time was a personal victory. I was still upright and devouring jelly beans stored with a teammate.
Refusing to be seen as a source of pity, I volunteered for another leg that would start around 1:30 a.m. I tried to rest in my tent, monitoring my blood sugar every half hour while munching on jelly beans. Just before 1 a.m., I checked the leaderboard and was amazed to see the Flamingos in second place overall.
When Sarah came through at full speed, I shouted, “Wow! Why are you running so fast?” as she handed me the 8-track tape. Blood sugar stable, I raced through the cool night air, invigorated by the music of Radiohead’s In Rainbows. It was pure magic. I texted the next runner as I reached mile three, finishing with a personal record—a runner’s high like no other—and the honor of being the slowest member of the fastest women’s team at the inaugural 8 Track Relay Race.
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In summary, my experience at the 8 Track Relay was a rollercoaster of emotions and physical challenges, but ultimately a triumphant testament to overcoming obstacles. Whether it’s running with a new crowd or navigating the complexities of health, perseverance leads to unexpected victories.