Sick. Snow. Slippery. Scared. Sad. Sodden.
That about sums up what was a battle of a day for me. Even a helpful Madonna along the way could only do so much to ease me through.
The winding path today seemed to climb forever. Treacherous patches of unstable snow and ice under foot; low cloud sweetly sending us sleet and a terrifying first descent that I had to take on my bum to get past!
How much do I love the TA Rescue Team! My angel Bose held my pack and told me Barbie jokes until we cleared the snow line. Relief and the first of many silly tunes in my head has us skipping down the slippery mountain to the check point .. not even knowing we could be out of the race!
At the V3 checkpoint we are left hanging on the cut-off time!
We are 9 minutes past our goal.
It’s out to the jury to decide on a possible extension.
There are so many teams behind us and the weather so bad on top that surely we cannot be cut just like that?
We are left hanging and I am in bits.
I couldn’t have given more today, physically or emotionally. I have never been so scared. I pushed myself every step of the valley road to V3. There was no more to give .. how could it not be enough?
And boy did I weep. All the way to Prettau. On the Pirate Boys. On the bus to the hotel. In the bath. In fact all the way until it sunk it that we had indeed made the revised cut-off later that night!
We are still in the race and we are gonna give it our all to be “finishers”!
Keep on running!
PS Gavie would like you to know he wasn't scared ..
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