
This is not a photo of Todd or his skates.
Nancy sent me the following and I know that it is a long e-mail from Todd but that it is a remarkable feat by my nephew Todd Elias and his son Luke. A bit of a sidelight, while Nancy, Todd and Laura was here using her rollerblades Nancy she fell and injured her left wrist. She gave up rollerblading and gave her skates to her brother Todd. Those roller blades are figured in the following piece.
The race
Thought you might like to know how we did. Luke did excellent, I crossed
the finish line with only mild abrasions. It was the first time in 11 yrs.
that they have ever had rain on race day, bladeing on wet pavement can be
very slippery. The night before the race you are given a race packet with
all the instructions of where you have to be and when your going to get
there & how your going to get there, my job was to follow these
instructions so me and Luke could "roll" 26.2 miles rain or shine. Also in
the packet is a race "chip", a little piece of plastic you attach to your
skate. They stress strongly " DO NOT LOSE YOUR CHIP!" LOST CHIP =
$30.00............. Luke lost his chip. So in the dark rainy morning we
looked everywhere for this black piece of plastic, no where to be found,
we realized it must be back at the hotel. No way could we make it back
there in it time, I managed to stay quite calm, I figured we couldn't be
the first people to have done this in 11 yrs. We rushed around trying to
find someone who knew what to do if you lose your "chip". finally, we
found out they issue a new one at the starting line. So in the drizzle we
board the bus to shuttle us up to Two Harbors so we can "roll" back down,
the bus ride seemed long, a guy sitting across from me silently wrote HELP
on his fogged-up window, Luke......slept, he couldn't believe we were
there already. Off the bus we wove our way through 5,000 other racers to
get to the start so we could get this all important "chip". We got it,
sat down on wet chairs & got our skates on with 5 minutes to spare
...whew, we did it. we made our way up to our "wave", the race starts in 2
minute intervals, the people that take "rolling" really, really seriously
start first followed by waves determined by previous race times or when
you think you might make it back down to Duluth, we where in wave 5of 9.
I thought I better quick go to the bathroom so I went back down to the
city of little blue huts lining the road, the race starts UP a hill, on
the way my blade got stuck in something on the road, I fell, got up, but
something wasn't right, my front wheel was completely broke, just dangling
there, I figured the race was over for me, People around me were very
sympathetic, " Oh that's to bad, how did that happen, I've never seen that
happen before". But then I thought "I don't really have to have 4 wheels,
do I?" So I went back to my "wave' yelling for "tools, tools anybody have
tools, finally someone gave me an allen wrench, got the mangled wheel off,
threw it in the ditch and moved my 3rd wheel up to the front, all while
the skate was still on my foot, I was back in business, I could still
"roll" back to Duluth. I found Luke, he couldn't believe it. Ok, we were
ready, my balance was a little strange and I never did make it to the
bathroom, oh well. The race started great, surprisingly it wasn't
slippery. Luke was with me for about 30 seconds, I didn't see him again
the rest of the race, he is very fast for his age. He would pass people
and they would ask how old he was and they couldn't believe it. Things
went well for a while, but once again my skate got caught in a soft groove
in the road and I went flayling on the wet tar, bleeding & bruised I got
back-up with more sympathy from fellow racers, so I collected the stuff
that fell out of my pockets, I had brought my license & credit card
because I thought I would have to buy a new "chip". I seemed to be OK so I
just kept going, avoiding every possible crack in the road, the rest of
the race went great, the rain stopped and I settled into a good pace, with
5 or so miles to go I checked my pockets to make sure I still had my
stuff........gone, my cards were gone, I could not believe it. how could
that have happened without me knowing it? I discovered a big hole in my
pocket, Oh well, no big deal I'll just cancel my cards, I kept going,
determined to "roll" into Duluth. If your wondering, freeways are very
rough to "roll" on. With about a mile to go an older guy, for no apparent
reason fell in front of me BAD, tumbling down the road, I almost ran into
him. I kept going, there are people along the course to help. I suddenly
got a burst of energy and gave it all I got, Carrie and the kids cheering
me on near the finish line, I made it, in 2 hrs 35 seconds I "rolled" Into
Duluth. I found Luke and he said He had been there "a long time trying to
find me" we still don't know his time because of the "chip" problem. The
first chip was found at the hotel, and as I was talking to a lady at the
lost & found someone turned in my cards. All is well, stiff, soar & a bit
scratched up, but it was great, Can't wait till next year. Todd