Wrapped on Adrenalin - "A Typical English Water Ski Race Day"

I woke to the sound of seagulls screaming for me tothink who though... must get round this... concentrate!
get up & prepare for the race. 7am it was and theStraightening up out of the turn I give another "up".
flags were set to drop at 11. Pulling one of the"Come on" I shout hopelessly, as I foam at the
curtains aside to take a look out of the small guestmouth for an injection of pure speed. All nerves
house window I could see the water beyond thegone, brains too. I'm here. Here in this 55 minutes of
sand waiting for the 30 or so powerboats whichinsanity...getting the rush...getting the buzz which
would shortly be screaming over it. It was going tomakes me come back week after week.The field
be fast, but you know that the elements are oncebegins to thin. You know who's going to be there,
again instilling a false sense of security within you.Okyou know who'll be there till the end. Now amongst
breakfast! It's the usual cooked English & racethose who perform as well as you, it's a game of
morning chat, which becomes a regular Sunday treatstrategy, guts & stamina. The skier on my left
through the peak of the racing season. Down it'susually starts to struggle at 45 minutes. The skier on
forced and we check out. I arrive to find the boatsmy right has beat me in the last 2 races, but I'm
already strung up across the beach. And that's myconvinced I'm better really. I'm convinced that this is
driver I see! He was in the bar till gone midnight andgoing to be mine today...MINE!As the first lap is
he's just told me he's been up seeing to the boatcompleted, we've all gained a feel for the water
since 6am. Ok...perhaps they do actually do a fewwe're up against. But you know too, that it's going to
things other than opening their wallets.The club housechop up as the boats circulate the 3 mile rectangular
is buzzing with officials. Their adrenalin is already at acourse, time and time again. You know that the guy
high it seems. I go to find some solitude in the toilets100 metres ahead hate's fast chop and that you'll reel
and am faced with the usual queue of skiers (& onehim in before long. But you know too that nothing is
or two observers) with pre-race nerves.15 minutescertain in this game.Four of us there are. Four of us
later ...it seems as if a few are already taping up theirwith drivers continually squeezing out a few more
ankles & squeezing into their wetsuits. A lax few arerevs, thinking you the skier won't feel it. "Down you
only now untangling their ski lines after last week'slovely man!" (or words to that effect) But he went
race and a few are taking it all in their stride, knowingup 200 revs and came down 100. The pace has
that there's plenty of time yet.Engines start to roarincreased. Nobody wants to be left out. The four of
as the drivers sporadically fire them up beforeus are hanging in there. Give another down and
launching their pride & joys into the water & Iyou're likely to be left behind."Halfway" I see the
discreetly inhale those fumes which deliver aobserver in the boat to my left signal to his skier.
premature rush of race excitement. I get into myMine follows. Time to re-frame the mind. It's not that
gear, hop into the boat, put on my helmet & adjustI've got to do another 25 minutes or so - No! It's
the chin strap until it feels just right, as we arethat I'm nearly there. Glory is waiting...it's not so far
reversed down the slipway.Five minutes to "flags up"now.My body argues with my mind, but this time my
and the drivers are doing their ritual manoeuvring in &mind wins. "This is easy" I tell myself. Who am I
out of one another, with their own ideas of wherekidding? ... I'm kidding the muscles that I've neglected
they should start from. Seems mine has decided toa little lately. I'm kidding the heart that is 10 years
take the inside line this time.My observer starts toolder than the one skiing on my right. But I'm a
twitch. "Shall we put your ski on now" he asks. "We'llconvincing liar. My body obeys & relentlessly pushes
wait for the flags" I tell him. "There's plenty ofon.Ten minutes to go, a fall to my left...three of us
time...don't worry!". But the anxious look remainsremain. I know I've got the edge on the back leg and
under his helmet - bless him! Time to give a fewI know my driver will retain the inside position. We've
more thumbs of encouragement to other skiers andgot the advantage, but still a few laps to go. It's not
two flags are raised. We've got two and a halfso much the pace now, but the tiredness that you
minutes before the second flag when every skiercontinually fight. The thought that the last lap is going
gets into the water. My observer pulls open theto be "all out."It comes...the blue flag signalling the
bindings and I squeeze my feet in. He struggles topenultimate lap. Again the drivers push up the pace. If
pull over the straps and clip them, but I know he'llyou want the win you have to hang on. Somebody
succeed eventually, and he does. His anxious face isgoes in! God this is too quick! Two of us left, five
replaced by one of concentration. The driver,metres apart, I'm catching his wash. "I'm going to do
seemingly relaxed, sitting like a king in his thrown,it, I am the best!"A final conditioning of the mind...total
keeping one eye on his stopwatch and the other onconcentration now. That secret gear I've not used all
the start boat.Lifting the ski over the side of therace. "UP" I wave. And yes! This is it! I wrench
boat, I sit there holding the handles for a fewforward, and notice my opponent's observer calling
seconds. Final adjustment of my goggles. They'vehim on. I know this is it. I know I've got him. The
got to be just right you see."One flag down" thechequered flag is there. Yes this is it!We pull out 50
crew shouts....I drop into the water and vaguely hearmetres, I even give another "up". The final turn, the
them wishing me good luck as the boat pulls awayfinish boat in sight. A last brave attempt by my
until the 200 foot or so of line is out & tight. A fewopponent's driver to catch us but no. It's here, it's
washes from other boats roll into me, butours, we've won!The boat slows and the crew
concentration is on keeping the ski straight, keepingsimultaneously punch the air several times with
balanced and being prepared for the unannounced pullelation. I follow with one almighty raising of the arm,
out after 30 seconds.My eye is on the observersfeeling the God given right to acknowledge my
arm, which is held high and suddenly dropped to signaldeserved victory.Yes! Yes! Yes!I throw the line and
that the 2nd flag has gone down and we're off.Thirtyembrace the cool refreshing water into which I
or more skiers launch from the water (one or twosubmerge. What a relief. Thank God it's over. But oh
launching back into it) and power forward behind thethe feeling's so good! The boat comes around to pick
combined roar of thousands of horsepower of raceme up. They're ecstatic inside. What a team effort,
engines. Still slightly tensed, with a pinch of nerveswhat a result, what a feeling.The other finishers
swilling through me, I bravely give some "up" signalsacknowledge my well deserved victory and we cruise
to my observer for more speed. I get the speed,into the shore.The crowds are there. They've seen it
but so do the skiers on either side of me, as theall, they know you worked for it. Climbing out of the
drivers compete with each other.First turnbouy! ...Hereboat, stumbling up the pebbled beach I proudly
we go! Seven or eight of us power around, withaccept the pats on the back, the smiles, the chain of
drivers attempting the tightest possible line. Throughcongratulations. Yes this is it. This is why I do this.This
the corner of my sprayed goggles, I get a flash ofmust be as good as it gets.
someone on the very inside taking a fall. No time to