I just got back from running around Sydney like a mad chook. And when I say running around Sydney, I literally mean running around Sydney. One of my bridesmaids and I participated in City Chase. It’s part Amazing Race, part scavenger hunt and part long-ass run. We swam across the pool on a noodle, ate a spoonful of wasabi, hunted for rocks in a foam party, did boot camp, walked across the Sydney harbour Bridge, played strip tennis, played car soccer, painted the toes of a random little girl, and bonded with strangers. It was such a great day, but boy are my legs sore! Here’s the day by numbers:
350: Number of teams of 2 participating
12: Number of checkpoints required to finish.
4 hours 31 minutes: Finishing time of the winning team.
6 hours 30 minutes: Time it took us to finish.
20: Approximate distance (in kilometers) the we had to run.
2: Bottles of wine I had the night before with the neighbour.
8: How stinky I was afterwards, on a scale of 1 to 10.
20: Number of Advil I’m going to need to take tomorrow.
12: Hours until the fiance returns from Japan. Yay!