Yes that's it this kayak is definitely broken, it's been set up to only turn right. At best we are probably going to beach it on the island that is coming up to meet us faster than we would like.
After much splashing, shouting and stabbing at the water with paddles, we realise that it's us who is faulty, the kayak is in perfect working order. We discover that while it will go left, keeping it straight is another matter entirely. The Strava map of this paddle is going to look like a three year olds drawing of a dinosaur.
To be honest I'm just quite happy we haven't taken a cold plunge in the lake yet. I didn't tell my team mate this but kayaking and me don't seem to get on, it was the part of the race that was always going to go a bit wrong. Last time I was in a kayak, I was still going round in right hand circles but it was in the much more pleasant climate of Crete and crystal clear waters that almost invited you to fall in. That day after a bit of paddling around I started to feel sea sick, on a kayak, that's how much the sport didn't agree with me. It was a sunny calm day as well, hardly The Perfect Storm. Margam on this rainy morning was trying its best to recreate the elements that George Clooney and his mates battled through in the film but on a small boating lake, we weren't in any danger, from the conditions at least. The biggest danger came from ourselves.
At least we are now going in the right direction, it's hardly the university boat race but we have now got out paddling stokes in time, maybe we could be alright at this... That illusion is shattered when we have to make a right hand turn and the kayak now only wants to turn left. Like a stubborn puppy it just does the opposite of what we want.
After the Half Marathon last week and the (self imposed) pressure of going for a PB this race is a bit of light relief, it's something new, an adventure racing taster. It’s never going to test the limits of my stamina and endurance but that’s not the point of today. It’s just a bit of fun. I can let my inner kid out, the one who judge’s sport by how much mud is involved. Today in the wind and the rain, this race has to rank pretty highly, even getting out the transition area means a wade through what is quickly becoming a bog. My ten year old self would quickly declare this the best sport ever, my twenty nine and three quarter year old self is really kind of enjoying it too.
So much mud. This is the race HQ. |
Eventually we make it round the two laps of the really not that big lake, one of the instructors takes pity on us and wades out to intercept our rather drunken looking trajectory and drag us back to the bank. It’s a helpless feeling being pulled those last few feet but at least it means we avoided hitting the end of the jetty.
Off to the bikes, I know how to mountain bike, we will be much safer on the bikes. I spoke to soon. The freedom of being back on dry land has gone to our heads and we pedal like men possessed down the hill into the first corner. What we forgot is that the water logged course now resembles the boating lake and the kayak would now probably be the preferred mode of transport. Predictably we almost skid straight on and into the town of Port Talbot. It is more down to luck that we stay upright. No it seems that we (and possibly and others within range) are definitely not safer on the bikes.
Off to the bikes, I know how to mountain bike, we will be much safer on the bikes. I spoke to soon. The freedom of being back on dry land has gone to our heads and we pedal like men possessed down the hill into the first corner. What we forgot is that the water logged course now resembles the boating lake and the kayak would now probably be the preferred mode of transport. Predictably we almost skid straight on and into the town of Port Talbot. It is more down to luck that we stay upright. No it seems that we (and possibly and others within range) are definitely not safer on the bikes.
The bikes dry off in the sun which decided to come out once we were finished |
The Garmin training plan, the one I have been loosely sticking too when it suits me says today called for two runs, a recovery run the morning and a hill session in the afternoon. This though is much more fun, after the seriousness of last week I needed a bit of light relief, a break from the relentless miles of the marathon training. This week was always going to be a rest week. I needed to take a bit of time and recharge the batteries ready for the final two months of slog before Liverpool. Since the start of January all I've been thinking about is the marathon. Pace, mileage, cadence, heart rates and other serious running matters have dominated my thoughts. For a couple of hours on a rainy morning in Wales I can forget all that. All of my concentration is now taken up with trying to stop my face meeting the ground as I speed down paths that resemble riverbeds.
So I haven’t been able to completely get away from running, the start of the race was a short trail run around the park before the kayaking but it felt good running without thinking about the plan and the endless timing and stats that it brings.
Eventually after many more near crashes, a few wrong turns and the discovery that contact lenses, mud and mountain biking don't mix we make the finish in one piece.
Tomorrow I've got a long run in the schedule as the training picks up before the Marathon but this has been the break I needed. We also ended up with a big shiny trophy after winning our category. Lets face it any day is good if you end up with some silverware. The thing I probably shouldn't mention it that we only had to beat one other entry in our category. It's a shame that so few people entered as the day was an absolute blast. My adventure race taste buds have been well and truly wetted. I may even come back and try the event that is planned for Cardiff in September. As long as there is lots of mud and we get a kayak that works this time then I’m there.
So I haven’t been able to completely get away from running, the start of the race was a short trail run around the park before the kayaking but it felt good running without thinking about the plan and the endless timing and stats that it brings.
Eventually after many more near crashes, a few wrong turns and the discovery that contact lenses, mud and mountain biking don't mix we make the finish in one piece.
Tomorrow I've got a long run in the schedule as the training picks up before the Marathon but this has been the break I needed. We also ended up with a big shiny trophy after winning our category. Lets face it any day is good if you end up with some silverware. The thing I probably shouldn't mention it that we only had to beat one other entry in our category. It's a shame that so few people entered as the day was an absolute blast. My adventure race taste buds have been well and truly wetted. I may even come back and try the event that is planned for Cardiff in September. As long as there is lots of mud and we get a kayak that works this time then I’m there.
We Won!!! Thanks to my team mate Stewart Harding for telling me about the race |
Here is a link to my just giving page, raising money for Action for M.E.
If anyone is interested in similar races here's the Burn series website
http://www.burnseries.co.uk/
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