FFFC

There appear to be a number of interpretations for this one - I like to think of it as being the Fun Fantasy Farm Challenge!

The adventure began with a road trip to Hereford in a delightful vintage peugeot (courtesy of the Fud's - thanks girls). Brooksie was immediately under pressure to perform miracles on the multi-tasking front. Not only did I have to perform 5* stand-up chat (car stereo had been nicked/i-pod's were out also - partly due to me putting mine in the washing machine the week prior!) I was also playing Tom Tom (AA print out would be sufficient surely!?!). A phonecall from the host Mr Hern had assured us that yes, we had in fact taken the scenic route..... and scenic it certainly was! So scenic in fact that driver (Alex) became slightly distracted on a couple of occasions. Winding round the lanes, I do remember seeing my life flash before me, at which point we reminded Alex that we were in fact approaching a t-junction and not a bend in the road......."Stop!!!!".

What followed was a perfectly engineered weekend, packed full of muddy fitness entertainment. The air of competition was strong, particularly in my team Del....ta! In order to balance out the scores, and prevent a walk-over win by us, organisers understandably decided to fix a couple of the events. For example, in the cheap labour task they ensured that key instructions failed to reach us, which in turn lead to our defeat. Similarly, again after lunch, it was decided the other teams egos would not be able to withstand a pummeling from a team with 2 girls in, and so it was decided that our team should don oily shoes, so as to ensure we would fall on our arse at each attempt! This worked like a dream, and we were able to give the other teams a chance to restore their points.

The 5 (more like 10) mile run/jog/stagger was actually much more satisfying than I had expected. Armed with a bottle of isotonic liquid I was off, head down all the way. The pace possibly could be compared to that of a light stagger, but a great pb all the same. Well deserved R&R ensued with a pub meal and quiz - the perfect end to a truly unique day of training.

A huge thanks again must go to Kinsey for his military planning and efforts, and of course to Trisha and Tony for feeding the small army that descended into their home that weekend.

As the Everest Test gets closer, and the training commitments grow I continue to be pleasantly surprised by how well we all work together as a unit. 67 days to go!