|my first adventure race in singapore
||[Jan. 6th, 2006|12:40 am]
Worlds of Adventure Racing
Here's an entry all about the ACE Adventure Challenge III that we completed in Singapore in October last year...|
After a quick stop by my grandparents' birthday bash to say a quick hello and send our best wishes - embarassingly, in our gear - Andrew (my husband) and I zipped off to meet our teammates. Andrew was in a team with Amazonian-power-woman Rina and fitman Ken, and I was in a team with hardcore-husband-and-wife team Nik and Pei Ling. Cheongsters Ming, Ling and Rebecca formed our third team. We did our race registration and gear check-in, but the bunch of us were yawning away by 10pm. So we grabbed ourselves some kopi ping (iced coffee to you joss) and sat about trying to psych each other up.
Due to a few last minute toilet trips, Andrew and I didn't get a chance to wish each other good luck before the race started. It was an overnight race, and we were flagged off and everyone left the start line at 11.30pm. I knew he was somewhere in the front with his teammates, and I was pretty gutted we hadn't been able to say goodbye. After all, I did feel like I was going to be in on a trip of my life. But anyway, off we went. Saw him a couple of times during the race when he passed my team though - yup, his team was a lot faster - and we cheered each other on with a coupla sweaty snogs.
Hmm.. How do I describe my first adventure race? Err. It was an adventure, to say the least! Here was pretty much what we did over the entire time, without stopping once.
( the race routeCollapse )
Andrew and his team finished the race close to 2 hours before we came in. Woops. He was there cheering me on at the last abseil station though, which is where he managed to capture the above few pictures for my family. He thought they'd be proud to see them. In fact, I don't think I've ever seen a more beaming husband-o-mine ever before. :)
But man, I don't think I've ever been so tired in my entire life. I don't think this was the hardest thing I have ever done though - I didn't stop and I didn't cry, which I totally thought I would do. In that respect, climbing Cameron (a mountain in Malaysia) on our mountain bikes was a lot worse. But still, my knees are pretty much shot for a few days and I'm aching all over. My toenails are, once again, going to fall off. In fact, one of them is already showing signs of early detachment.
There's something Andrew said to me before the race that I found extremely true - that you learn new things about yourself when you push your limits in a race like this.
A lot of it is a mental game and you find yourself wondering why the hell you're doing what you're doing - especially once you pass the 4 hour mark. But when you find yourself pressing on anyway, you realise how true the whole philosophy of 'wanting something hard enough and going out there and getting it' is. I really enjoyed myself though, especially during the rope segments. Abseiling is really so much fun and I don't think I am afraid of heights anymore! Whooooosh!
I would definitely do it again.
We made it!
Not bad for slow smurfs :)