If it's raining, this must be Atlanta! For the third Atlanta race in a row, there was rain on Friday night into Saturday. And for the second race in a row, it was on top of the already rain-saturated ground. But there was a difference; the rain and humidity during the week caused my tent to feel like a soggy pretzel with not-cleaned-yet t-shirts tossed in the corners…soaking up pools of condensed water. This made the idea of sloshing through extreme amounts of mud and water at the BattleFrog race seem quite attractive!
I also knew that the race parking (which until the night before had been at the race venue itself) was now to be at several nearby locations. So, instead of sleeping in that morning, as I had the previous rainy events…and also since I was already awake at 5 am from ‘sleeping' in a damp laundry bin…I decide to head on out and see if I could get one of the closer parking area spots…even though it would still be a short bus ride in.
Yes to the first…not-so-much to the second. Although it did sprinkle a bit, the serious rain did hold off for most of my run. However, the effects of the previous night's rain had pretty much spoiled any idea of having decent footing anywhere. Still, it wasn't quite as bad as the last two races. And that was a good thing because this would be my first attempt at doing a complete race after nursing some nagging injuries for the past few months. I headed out in the volunteer wave and was privileged to be able to experience yet another one of Coach Pain's motivational send-offs. Not to mention watching Beard walk through the crowd of volunteers shaking hands and fist pounding with everyone. I think he may have been smiling…but don't tell him I said that!
Then…we were off…and after a quick trot past a barn and across the road we immediately hit the wreck bag carry. A bit early for me, but then again, no one asked…and this was a long one! Seemed like every bit of a half mile with a log balance obstacle and a 4′ wall climb thrown in. Despite the rain and mud, my new Icebugs did not let me down on the log, which is a good thing. If I'd fallen off that log so early, I would've beaten it silly with that wreck bag…which, I'm pretty sure, BattleFrog would frown upon, as would the wreck bag…and maybe the log.
So, one 12′ ladder climb later, I was into the second (and last!) carry of the race, the jerry cans, which is a personal favorite of mine [insert dripping sarcasm icon here]. This was the only obstacle I ‘babied' my arm on today. I took one can (stop sneering…it was perfectly legal) so I wouldn't over stress my shoulder. I did NOT want to set myself back 12 weeks being unnecessarily risky this early. And it's a good thing too, as the carry trail, while shorter than the wreck bag, was peppered with mud-slicked climbs…not to mention groping branches and vines. In the end, one jerry can was the right choice…I mean, nobody would want the woods littered with those thrown-away second cans, now would they?!
The Delta ladder! This is one of those obstacles that appears to be simple and relatively easy…and it doesn't take great
That thinking also helped me over the cargo net bridge next. To say the conditions weren't kind to this obstacle either would be an understatement of biblical proportions! Even with the big lift machines' blades on the poles at each end, the net wasn't remotely taut and climbing this was one of the most challenging I've ever had to deal with…the net swaying and twisting all the way up and down…culminating in an unexpected vertical climb to the top. I'm pretty sure I was under the net at some point in my personal tribute to the Flying Wallendas…and after having survived the decent…I had to admit, it was some of the best fun I've had on an obstacle.
My only salvation after that last rig was the way I was able to go right up and over the ramp wall towards the finish line when some others were struggling a bit to get over. And just like that…I had finished…and I felt good. Despite some minor disappointments, I was extremely satisfied with my race…having jogged a decent amount of the time. And I was very happy with the course! It was a good distance, challenging enough without being over the top (well…discounting the rigs of course) and the obstacles were spaced out well. Overall, another good experience, particularly considering the weather conditions…and now I'm looking forward to a few Miami/Orlando races. Time to get some dry clothes and some food! Although, maybe I'll head over to grab a quick beer first. Yeah…I think that may be the best thing to do…and well deserved.
Related links:
Are We Expecting Too Much From Our Obstacle Course Racing (OCR) Events?
Volunteer post – playing on the obstacles