10:30 the next morning, we are stumbling through the endless muddy rugby fields of the ALSAA with no people and or track in sight, just planes landing low above us and we are wondering if we came to the right place. The organizer team themselves have not much of an idea where the start should take place and it feels a little surreal but we are cool, no sweat. Shoes feel like sinking boats, filled with water. Eventually people turn up out of nowhere and we are just in time for the start. We are all rather relieved when Orla of the host team takes the lead immediately, this way we hopefully wont get lost. But she is difficult to follow and beats 2.5 minutes on us by the end of the second round. Two steps forward slide one back is the order of the day, it is kind of like you are running on a wheel and not getting anywhere. Sandra Friderike and I build a unit and push the tempo but soon more Lingus staff passes us by, sporting fancy spikes.
But we pull it thru, Sandra even touches ground once, but it takes more than a little pain to do away with her Friderike gives it a push on the last couple hundred meters and finishes as first Lufthanseatin in 18:36 , i follow in 18:42 and Sandra a minute later. To the outsider it all looks like slow-motion tho, and in the finish i feel like i did not 4 but at least 14 km. Yasmin and Martina arrive soon enough too and there is no doubt to our second position. We are a little annoyed over not having brought spikes but to be honest, they would have beaten us one way or the other. Perhaps not so easily tho. We still manage to put SAS and Iberia behind us and we are only slightly upset over a 13 year old baby girl beating us all in 16:sth Then we watch the guys do their 4 rounds and are all very proud of them, just doing the 8 k seems like a huge challenge under the circumstances, let alone the times some of them post. Too bad it doesnt suffice for a medal this time.