First day was a break point already from start. The biking went okay but when we came to a part where we had to carry our bikes, I felt like my body shut down totally. I felt like a dishrag. I could barely move my legs. Recovered a bit on the bike at a fun downhill section. But that drained feeling came storming back at the running section. For every cave we passed I got more and more broken. The caves were a lot more up and down and up, up, up than I imagined. Normally I grow stronger into a race. I feel like when I push my self, I always find a source of power. It might be awfully hard, and involving a decent portion of pain. But there's always power. This time not so much. And this led me to the next problem. Not recognizing myself challenge my mental strength at a new level.
Second day. It could only be better, I could only be stronger. Kayak start, and with confident and determination of pulling of a great day we did a solid performance and got to TA as 4th with a great mindset to head out biking. But more carry bike where ahead, and it hit me even harder. With no excuses, my bike is one of the lightest in the market and I'm not one of the lightest girls in the game, so I should be abel to carry my super light weight carbon bike.
Third day, dust yourself off, pick yourself up, back in the game. This day was a killer. Warmer, more humid and offering a long and hilly running section. The pace in the team was over all a little less intense today and I manage to hold myself at the right side of the line. But strong and powerful? No that's not what I felt at all.
Fourth day. Please just let this be over now, but also somewhere deep down I had the urge of doing a good days work. But no, no magical power arrived during night. Another tough day, just longing for it to be over. I actually had some brief moments in the running section where I felt pretty okay. But it passed.