Getting there

Olaf’s Account

GOOD MORNING OLAF…GOOD MORNING ANGELS…

Getting out of bed before 7 am is none of my specialties neither and this morning was no different. We were supposed to meet Rebecca at 7:30 and this meant leaving the house at 7:15 at the latest.

You might say that this represents a feasible target, but anyone in his right mind wouldn’t leave the house for a 5 hour adventure race without sufficient provisions to make it through the day. So there I stood in the kitchen, preparing 8 sandwiches, 4 apples and grabbed some muesli bar left-overs to make sure nothing could go wrong.

7:45 at the meeting point and Rebecca’s growling look did not promise anything good and I wondered what was going on in her mind. Needless to say I did not have to wait for long to find out and for the sake of our younger readers I’ll refrain from detailed descriptions of her comments, but carefully launched jokes along the way to the race softened her expression from angry frowning to eyes rolling in a kind of surrendering look, confirming that I forever was in her book of “no hope”, reserved for nutcases like me you can’t possibly expect to act accountably.

For the rest of the way I focused on providing the slipstream for my girls.

Just before we reached the start area I gloriously managed to have my first flat in a long time, which meant that I used up the only spare tube I had brought for my angels even before the race had started, but it must have been an Ang Mo thing that morning as the only other white guy I could spot came up to me asking for a spare tube to fix his flat.