Modern Athlete Magazine Issue 132, July-Aug 2020 July-August 2020 | Page 39

My kingdom for a proper wetsuit! Richly deserved post-race frosties Trail (Mis)Adventures By Carla Lea Farina TORPEDOED FROM THE START They say there are two things that can cause you to hallucinate. The first is when you haven’t eaten enough, and as I wrote in a recent column, this happened to me at one of my very first trail races, Kruger to Canyon. Another way is when your core temperature is not quite right, and the story I am about to tell you about deals with that type of hallucination! As you are aware, I very seldom say no to a challenge, and this has led to some epic (mis)adventures. This story began when Team Challenge Accepted enthusiastically agreed to sign up for the first ever Torpedo SwimRun Wild in Wilderness. The organisers had implemented the executive decision to make wetsuits compulsory, but one problem… I didn’t have a wetsuit. Fortunately, I could borrow a men’s sleeveless triathlon wetsuit from a friend, and I had the brilliant idea of wearing a Mr Price Sport long-sleeve thermal top underneath. I thought I looked super cool, and surely that would keep me warm? Boy, was I wrong! By this time, however, my brilliant DIY wetsuit had failed me completely. My lips had turned purple, and Su-yen was waiting patiently for me, as I had become as slow as a tortoise walking backwards. My mind was full of images of myself freezing to death, and not finishing the race haunted me… Eating Dangerously Finally, we arrived at a water table. I was hallucinating, and just grabbed the first thing I could find to shove into my mouth. As I was about to eat said snack, I heard Su-yen scream, “Noooooo!” and the food was snatched out of my hand. I couldn’t believe what had just happened, until I heard her say, “You will die if you eat that, it’s peanut butter flavour!” Phew, another close call for Carla. Su-yen found me the correct flavour and slowly my vision returned, and fortunately there was no more ice-cold water to deal with for a while. All the running suited us perfectly, so on we went, eventually arriving at the Red Bull aid station. We were both pretty exhausted by this point, so imagine our delight when we came across a water table stocked only with Red Bull. How cool! But, while Su-yen grabbed a normal one, bright-spark here thought, “Hey, I’ll be healthy,” and grab a sugar-free one. Mistake number two on this epic adventure… So, Su-yen suddenly got a bout of energy so amazing, it was like she had supercharged batteries. Me, on the other hand… I felt exactly the same, and was struggling to keep up with her. She would run ahead a bit, scope out the terrain and come back to motivate and cheer me on. It was great team spirit. In fact, she was so motivational that we somehow even ended up passing several other teams. At one point she even grabbed my hand and was pulling me along, sharing some of that Red Bull energy. Home, Sweet Home The last few kays were fairly incident-free, apart from a guy who had such bad cramps that he was screaming bloody murder. (I actually thought he had broken his leg, but luckily it wasn’t quite that bad.) Finally, we arrived at the finish line – man, that was a sight for sore eyes – and our friends welcomed us back with beer. We couldn’t believe it, but we had come in fourth women’s team, which we thought was pretty awesome. Then at prize-giving we were hit with the news that there had been an error with a timing chip, so we hadn’t come in fourth… We had podiumed as third women’s team! All in all, a pretty successful race, I’d say. Granted, I had nearly drowned, outrun hypothermia, narrowly avoided a near-death experience by peanuts, and conquered the battle of the Red Bulls, so I can definitely say this one counts as another misadventure on my part. But just wait until Torpedo SwimRun part two, some time in the future. More misadventures are inevitable… Waiting for the hallucinations to pass Images: Courtesy Carla Farina The first leg of the race meant making our way from one end of the Kaaimans River to the other, which involved a lot of ‘bundu-bashing.’ Even though the water was only about 10 degrees, we thought that it would be the quickest to just swim right down the middle of the river, until we noticed team after team passing us running along the banks. We joined them, and soon found that there wasn’t a path, and it involved a lot of climbing over things. (No wonder we had to wear helmets for this part of the race.) ABOUT THE AUTHOR: While Carla’s ‘day job’ is Head Tennis Coach and Director of Tennis at Game Set Match Tennis in Johannesburg, her second love is trail running, which she tackles with an unquenchable thirst for adventure, a never-say-die attitude, and a healthy sense of humour about all the misadventures that befall her on the trails! 39