We were all
packed and ready for a weekend of mountain biking. Francois made sure the bikes
were secured and off to Mankele went. Being the novice rider in terms of the
crowd at the training camp I must confess I was a tiny bit nervous.
No matter how
much effort and time you put into your training the truth is always in the
actual ride to see whether you can stay with the "pack".
So we arrived
on Friday afternoon, missing the first lap of the course, but to find the
accommodation absolutely great. Chats around the dinner table evolved between
the two terrifying drops that one will find in the National course (not for us
average Joe's). Wardie was showing video footage taken at the drop and Arno and
Joel made it look like a walk in the park.
Saturday
morning started not so early and each of us girls had a try on the rollers.
Yolande made it seem so easy and then Amy followed. What a scary
experience. I will definitely need the
chair to hold on to and lots of training before I master this skill!
We had a good
training session with sprints and climbs that felt more like a game than
training, even though we were giving it our all. I had the opportunity to try
my start sprint against the likes of Yolande and Amy and the message was clear,
these two girls mean business!
Our sessions
followed with a lap on the course, nerve wrecking at first but even though I
was the slow poke on the technical ride, I really started gaining confidence in
my own abilities thanks to some pointers from Paul.
I will share
two key pointers:
LOOK WHERE
YOU WANT TO GO, NOT AT THE ROCKS IN FRONT OF YOU!
KEEP THOSE
ELBOWS BENT!
I must say
these two quick pointers made the rest of my attempt much easier. I had so much
fun, even though I did not ride the two big drops and a few of the other "gnarly"
sections I learned a lot and gained a lot from riding with the more advanced
riders.
Our Sunday
morning ride started different than planned, seeing that our tour guide (Joel
Hieber) had a slight accident the Saturday and could not fulfill his role, Paul
took the responsibility and it was the most amazing day out on my MTB ever.
At first
there was the never ending climb, but when we reached the first top it was all
the way down through the forest in the nicest single track! Followed by another
lonnnnnnggg climb we finally reached the Avalanche, this was scary, descending
down the mountain with hairpin bends and rocks,( lots of rocks.) Before we
started Paul assured us no one was in a hurry and we should go down at a safe
pace. Off they went flying down the mountain while Wardie and I took it VERY
slow down the route. That was NARLEY, but still fun.
Thank you to
everyone that contributed to an amazing weekend, especially the O’Neill family!
It was great sharing a cabin with you! I firmly believe in the wise words from
Helen Keller:
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