As the one o’clock gun cracked it's report over Cape Town, it echoed off Table Mountain and we started running; we ran towards Lion Mountain and the field began to spread out; I felt good and sat in the middle of the pack. As the incline increased the heat began to work it's magic and coming from the frozen East coast of the US the previous week it began to take it's toll. The ground steepened, the run became a walk and the heat built ...
We had just started the second stage of the Landrover G4 Challenge Global Adventure race and for this week we would be racing in South Africa using Landrover Defenders as the competition vehicles and little did I realise how eventful this week was going to be.
The first control point was on top of Lion Mountain, at each control was an electronic box of magic which we pushed our 'dibber' into, recording the exact time we were there. I 'dibbed' at the summit and turned to make the descent. The downhill came as a relief and I was making good ground. Arriving at the next check point, at the base of the hill, I reached for my dibber …
It wasn't there ...
A string of expletives spewed out, not at the loss of a dibber but at the penalties I would incur: loss of my score for the Maximiser, the loss of my third place in the race and the loss of points for Nancy from the US who I was partnered with for the week.
More swearing. Think, I had to stop and think where had I lost it.