Our current state of being is not referred to as the suicide shift for shits and giggles.
It’s seriously tough, and one of the reasons we signed up for the Mad2Run adventure. But I imagined the difficulty to all be running related and not the time in between shifts.
Last nights shift was amazing – check out this previous post – and the 12 runners from the Yellow and Green buses finished on a collective high. Happy, emboldened and maybe a little more confident about their ability to tackle the task ahead.
In my head, we finished the shift, bussed back to our Hoerskoel Landbou digs, had a shower and then lazed on our beds for the afternoon before heading off to shift 2 at the planned 19h00.
In reality, on arrival at the school, we were greeted by an anxious Shaun Raaff (event organizer) who informed us that if we wanted to shower we had literally no more than 3 minutes to do so. With the early inklings of some minor chafe spots in some potentially problematic areas, I high-tailed it to the showers and got that out of the way.
Some not so fortunate didn’t make it to the shower and even worse, one was instructed not to, as he was about to climb in.
With the school being closed, the alternative plans were that we make our way to the local Spur to have lunch and spend the afternoon someone there. Que?
The double bacon cheese burger went down like a homesick mole and the Castle light draft, a treat to self I wasn’t entirely sure about, tasted so good it had to be very heavily nursed so as not to provide opportunity for another.
Having almost narc’d out on the drive home, my yawn count started rising to the point that if I didn’t get out of there fast, I was going to end up on the floor. But where to? Our bus parked in a small dust lot across the road.
Already littered with the bodies of some fallen comrades, I made my way to the last vacant seat, donned my Ostrich pillow – see pics below – and tried desperately to get comfortable within the narrow confines of the bus seats.
I optimistically set my alarm for 3 hours. If I managed 45 minutes, I was lucky, for the shit going on around our bus, you just can’t script.
A tubby gent on one of those very loud whining superbikes riding up and down, up and down, up and f&^%ing down I tell you, on the main drag just outside the Spur. As if that didn’t wake the entire bus, our entripid boy racer then entered the Spur parking lot, not 50 metres in front of our bus and continued revving his bike to ridiculous levels as he proudly did tiny donuts in front of any willing spectators. And this absolutely surreal scene went on for about 5 minutes.
Quote of the week so far:
Bronson – “That guy is a real boss”.
Holly – bewildered “Do you like him??”
Bronson – “NO”
Much hilarity followed. And since then, we’ve experienced a variety of crazy Kroonstaders, or whatever they call themselves, subject us to some similarly weird and sleep depriving activities.
I suspect Mr. Raaff may have organized a motley crew of locals to put us through the ringer to ensure our suicide shift was nothing less than that.
Back to the program – Shift 4 are apparently doing well and repairing some of our 2 hour deficit, so appears we’ll enter Shift 5 seriously sleep deprived, with nerves slightly frazzled, but still in good cheer and ready to smack this thing in the face.
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