I can tell you one thing. There is nothing cute about a girl wearing several layers of rain jackets and pants lying in fetal position on a picnic table shaking uncontrollably and struggling to catch her breath for a good half an hour. I had reached a point where I couldn’t tell if I was hot or cold anymore…but hugging my knees towards my chest felt just about right.
so I laid there. sweaty and covered in goosebumps. a heap of contradictions.
After spending much of saturday asleep we decided giving Sundays race a shot would be ok. I started at the very back of the women’s back in our modified “american” pursuit. The first lap went alright I was skiing a pretty even pace with the other women. I shot well, cleaned my first prone stage. Happy to not ski penalty loops since the thought of skiing any extra today would suck out any extra ounce of energy I had.
I was catching other women who had struggled on the range! Skiing was not getting any easier, prettier, nicer. I could feel my body struggling to continue at race pace and keep myself upright at the same time. I shot well through my second and third stages. 2 penalties in prone, and just one penalty in my first standing stage.
Somewhere in the middle of lap three I started getting pretty bad chills. I had goosebumps on my legs and arms. I kept thinking, “I shouldn’t be this cold…its so hot!” By the time I came into the range for my last standing stage I was getting loopy. I nearly fell over getting on the mat. I was on point 17 but I struggled to even point my rifle in the right direction…points 16 and 18 where looming. The shots I fired off were in vain…i even hit the range roof. At that point I knew I was done. My body was quitting. Sleeping through most of Saturday’s meals was suddenly seeming like a horrible idea. The tank was on empty.
So that’s where my race ended and my fetal position began. It was a rough day. I tried. I just didn’t have enough left. As a team-mate pointed out. It’s only August. I’ll just have to do myself justice in October. I slept a good 10 hours last night. A nap is probably in my future. What I’m really hoping the amount of yellow gunk I’m now expelling from my body is a sign I’m on the mend and not getting worse…