#71: I'm Happy Just to Dance with You

2012 Cabot Trail Relay Review
Part 4: And then the real fun begins...

But now for something completely different:

It's a picture of me and Melinda petting a cow. He won a contest!

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It's now been almost 2 weeks since I departed for Halifax and what I am convinced were among the best days of my life. They included not only an incredible experience running the Cabot Trail Relay with 'the Black Lungs', but also making memories with my favourite people in the whole world in a most amazing and beautiful part of this world.

Most of the Lungs take a break from the action and sit on a big rock.

Shortly after the race concluded we joined Cardio Arrest for some beers before heading to the local Arena for the lobster lunch and awards presentations. There we immediately joined a massive queue to get our fresh Atlantic lobsters which was complimented with carrot cake and Alexander Keiths. Awards were presented for various accomplishments including those who had taken part in every Cabot Trail Relay in the events' 25 year history; those who had run each of the 17 legs at least once; all males and females who won an individual leg of this years event (including yours truly); those who were (un)fortunate enough to run the beautiful leg 10 in the darkness (again, this included me) and finally the top 3 overall teams (The Maine-iacs, we 'Lungs' were second and the Cape Breton Roadrunners in third) as well as the top mixed (Cardio Arrest) and all-female team.

Congrats to Cardio Arrest 2012: 1st mixed team and 4th overall.

After lunch we were given some much needed down time in which the whole team took a well-deserved collective nap. This would have gone on much longer except that the post-race party at the Bras d'Or Yacht Club was set to begin and our team attendance was mandatory. We downed a few brews to get on the right track and hobbled our way down to the club.

Wake up Rob Campbell! It's 2:30 in the afternoon and it's time to party!

Writing about the shenanigans which ensued wouldn't do the experience justice so I've chosen to steal some fabulous photos of the celebrations and share them once again.

Good times.

Needless to say, what followed was several hours of alcohol enhanced euphoria and fatigue fuelled fun. Pitchers were filled and re-filled, shots of lethal liquor were quickly downed, runners reminisced about the recent race and soon enough a bunch of white fools would have their go at singing and dancing. There was also the much anticipated (or feared...depending on your perspective) barren bolt into (and quickly out of) the ocean. 

It looked something like this except that instead of a bunch of furry penguins, picture naked, drunken men!

And of course, the post wouldn't be complete without the addition of this special song which will play over and over again in our hearts and minds...Old Crow Medicine Show - Wagon Wheel

Until next year, that's all from me on the 2012 Cabot Trail Relay. Looking forward to 2013...