I awoke to a chilly, gray morning, got all my warm clothes out, and arrived at the scene to a saffron sun in the pretty cerulean, and I was in my jeans. Perfect. It was a great day for the adventure race. The heat was not too conducive for warm up, and the racers were sprawled across the grass, chilling out (or at least trying to) to get rid of the jitters. It was pleasing to see quite a number of cyclists and racers participating in the event, and their enthusiasm was mind blowing, and so was the heat.

After the opening program and the start of the race, the club then went to different control points, and clicked away, happily ever after till whatever time that was. It’s such a shame I am controlled of the one-eyed curfew monster.