Two hours?? Ha! We finished in six. The trekking (aka running) was not too bad, and although it took Amber and I a while to get our canoe traveling in a straight line, that wasn't too horrible either but the biking. . .well, the biking was pure misery.
It really was fun though. Look at how much fun I'm having. . . .
|My teammates plot, I contemplate bicycular homicide.|
Miserable fun. This must've been snapped when, after the initial relief of completing the dreadful bike ride, I found out I was going to have to ride the dang thing again to get to the canoes. I was not happy, not happy at all. And neither were my butt bones.
I've been asked if I'd do another and I really can't say for sure, but I probably would. I'd do a few things differently, of that I am sure. Like wear the stupid padded shorts for starters and maybe train a smidge beforehand.
Anyway, I left the Adventure Race in Georgetown and made the six hour trip home to shower and re-pack before climbing in the truck with my dad for five more hours so that we could help process bulls at SCR. A loooong trip but so worth it when this is what was waiting for me. . .