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Spaces were vruim to for the boys and only 50 for the girlsso there was no time to waste. Dressed very modestly Finds local sluts for sex in drumfearn druim fhearna wetsuit, neoprene boots, neoprene gloves, and neoprene hat — and having sluuts the hot water in the showers before even leaving the changing room — we cautiously submersed ourselves into the water, much to the amusement of onlookers.
Jennie recommended hers, and I ordered a pair online as soon as I got home. Fast forward to race day: Roz picked me up at 7: Although we left Aberdeen in a cloud of fog and drizzle, we arrived in Glasgow to glorious sunshine and blue skies. Not long after, our friend Eilidh emerged from the marquee looking about as terrified as the rest of us felt.
Having scoped out the course already, Eilidh had some ln boner-killer news, chiefly that one of the obstacles involved a leap from an uncomfortably high platform back into the freezing water. Perhaps this is a good time to give a brief overview of the dex. What could be easier, right? The fact ssex there were non-finishers was not encouraging, and the anxiety starting setting in.
Roz, me, Eilidh We were given a chance to get rruim the water to acclimatize, but we opted to dip in quickly and then get the hell out until the last possible moment. Thankfully, the zluts with the walkie talkie kept us updates on how long we had left to wait, dumfearn once we were given the 1 minute call, locak got back into the bracing water and awaited the claxon.
We even made the highlight reel! The ladies were off! You live and learn. Anyway, the course starts with a lengthy swim Finds local sluts for sex in drumfearn druim fhearna the first obstacle, a rope cargo net. As we were still relatively clumped together at this point, there was a bit of treading water as I waited for a space to open up, and when one did, it involved swimming against the current, grabbing hold of anything you could, and then fighting the gushing water hitting against you to get a leg up.
At this point I remember thinking that this was a lot harder than I was anticipating. Once over the first obstacle, I was feeling a bit loopy, and had to take a moment to get my balance. This mainly involved trying to land your foot on a metal bar just above water height, and then hauling yourself up onto the platform above.
Back into the water! Obstacle number 3 was a wooden ladder. I had hoped that it would extend underneath the surface of the water to make it easier to use a bit of leg-power, but no such luck. Here is me and Roz fighting against the current to hold on: Following the ladder was another short swim to another rope climb, and then a rope ladder, and a penultimate rope climb, at which point the obstacle I had most been dreading rose into view: Eilidh and I had both expressed concern at the height of the jump, and we had decided that the best way of approaching the situation was to not think, just jump.
What remained between me and the finish line at this point was a final rope climb preceded by a 3 metre climbing wall, which is where I found Roz struggling. After a moment to catch my breath again, avoiding the spray that was aggressively hitting us in the faceI hoisted myself up and climbed to the top.
Happy just to finish, I swam the final 33 metres, finally managing to get my face in the water for a few strokes. I waited for Eilidh and Roz to finish, having a couple of sips of the Red Bull I was handed at the finish to kill off anything sinister that I might have swallowed along with some of the water, and then we found Ny who took a victory photo: Because we are athletes. I even managed my scheduled cycle on Sunday though indoors, because rainaveraging my fastest speed for an endurance ride on the watt bike to date!
This time next week, barring catastrophe, I will no longer have to explain to people that I am a member of a triathlon having never actually done a triathlon. Hopefully the endorphins will dull the shock of going back to work the following Monday. I'm Rachel and I made the year I got back into running. My aim was to collect as many success-nuggets as possible so that I could display them in my home and feel smug when I invited people round for board games and such.
Since staring this blog, I have picked up a knee injury which has essentially limited my running to nil. What has blossomed in the wake of my love of running is an affair with cycling, which is currently in the exciting and passionate stages of the relationship. I really appreciate when people take time to read the blog, especially complete strangers. Let me know you were here! I'll probably get bored of stalking you in a week or so, so I'm totally harmless. I am the only person in my immediate family who has never been arrested, so I'm obviously a good apple.
If you want to get in touch, you can get me on the e-mail address below. I'm not interested in promoting your crap on my blog, unless you're going to shout me a carbon bike so my friends can stop ripping on my "heavy" steed: