The day finally came! I raced my first OCR race ever. And it was not so bad as I thought it would be. Have no clue about my time. I forgot to wear a Polar watch and I was under the assumption there was a time registration. But not ☹
We left in a hurry that Saturday morning. It is more than a 2 hour drive and ofcourse I needed to incorporated some road-pee-time. After parking the car at the Strong Viking event terrain, we could already hear the death screams from the Fjord Drop. One of the secret reasons I’m going for the 7k. . .
I was still not nervous, not even at the start. But I noticed straight away, this is a two-persons game. I’ve consciously choosen to go alone, as I don’t want to hold anyone back. Even after some training, I am a very slow runner. The first high wall at the start, was very high . . . no chance for me to go over that without a hand. Ofcourse everybody is very helpful, but the whole idea was actually do to everything by myself. Well that idea I left at the Start.
Here my lack of technique is definitely showing. Within perfect circumstances it all goes perfect, but when tired and muddy, it’s a different story and at the end technique is what counts. Luckely the snake and monkeybars went well.
My guy was cheering me on from the side line and filming bits of my race. Which was very confronting, as I truly felt I was giving it my all, for as far thats possible with no reward at the end. But watching back the video’s, I saw a completely different energy going on. I already knew, it would not be my next life goal, but a little bit more spice would have been nice.
But I did participated and I did finish with all my limbs on my body.
Oke so we can establish I would never be the OCR queen, but the whole training sure brought me something.
The race wasn’t that tough as I expeted it to be, but it did made me muddy and moody. But after a thorough shouwer and some homemade food, I was brand new again. The next day my guy would race the OCR series, so we had to get up the next day at 6am! What a cool race! He did amazing 😊
At this moment I look forward to join my other sports again and to invest more time in my Pilates education. The only thing what keeps running through my mind is, I didn’t feel that euphoric sensation of accomplishment when I walked up the Walhalla steps. And I didn’t feel one painful thing in my body the next days, besides a blister. Not one little muscle was aching! It makes me wonder if I even pushed myself . . .
So maybe I should do a rematch next year and go for the 13k. What do you think?