One of the other reason is every event pushes me, keeps me focused. Then certain events out of nowhere end up being special for very different reasons.
Once again Back 2 Trenches at the end of 2013 became one of those events. I walked back to my car for the first time with my stoma bag on show. A huge jump in my 'recovery' and confidence.
Well first the event. Once again The Trenches team (who I am pleased to say I can now call friends) put on another great event. They may not have the biggest obstacles in the OCR scene, but again this is what I love about OCR. Each event has its place its uniqueness. I proudly call myself a Nuker, part of the Nuclear race's family but that doesn't mean I cant enjoy other races.
What Trenches do have in abundance is hills. Now when I say hills...I mean hills!!!
The trerrain at Trenches is unlike any of the events I have competed in. I lost count of how many times I ascended and descended! By the end of the 12km (which according to some fellow comoetitors was a bit longer) the hills combined with the heat (man it was a nice day!) destroyed my calves, quads and hamstrings!!
My gopro video will be eddited shortly and will do a far better job at showing you the event than I can. But let me say this, if youve never run an OCR make sure Trenches is on your list ;)
So to my original point. I finished the evnt in just over 2 hour. I'm not fast but I dont compete against others or the clock. I compete against my own challenges ;)
In what seems to becoming the norm Trenches had supplied some outside showers to clean up the mud (that gets everywhere!)
Normally I avoid these but today....well I joined the que and initially intended to shower with my tshirt still on, just to wash the mud off my legs and face. As I waited I thought f##k it. It was hot, the showers looked cool. I took off my shirt in a que with what mustve been at least 50 other people, rolled down my supportive shorts and stood inline with my bag on show.
I could see people looking not wanting to stare but wondering what the hell that was on my stomach?? I chatted confidently with other people in the que. If it didnt bother me why should it bother them. I showered washed as much mud off as I could and once again walked past the ques and back to my car.
Trenches seems to be the event where big things happen. Last time I walked alone past a few dozen people to my car. This time I stood in a que, then showered infront of everyone with my bag out.