Camp - Moment in Time Writing

Gutbuster

3, 2, 1 Fweet. And I’m off in my orange kayak, I got a lead of maybe 5 metres and knew that I either sustain that or make it bigger as it was My strength I would probably loose that in the run or bike. . Scraaaap goes the underside of my kayak on the wooden ramp at the finish. I had a Good lead but this where I’d almost definitely loose it, and well i did thanks to the “supersonic” speed of my opponents. My head go caught in the chunky ropes of the army net multiple times. I tumble over the wall and sprint off I clipped my helmet on and im gone with quick change. Ha ha ha as i pant for air because as of now i am borderline exhausted. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ as my chain wizzes around with speed. skkkkr, I go slliding around the bend and up the hill. I reach the and now the fun begins. I zoooooooooom down the speed along the bumpy, gravel track. I park up i set off on the final stretch. Through the soggy, smelly terrain. The final straight was in my sights. I decided to avoid the big puddle of filthy water. I was onlooking and supporting the other competitors when the were diving through the puddle with an enormous Splaaaaash

All in all it was load of banter and enjoyment, oh and finishing wasn't bad either.

Adam

I sprint to the creek not expecting what was about to happen next panting slipping and sliding, fear and excitement overrule my body.

Suddenly I feel this jolt crawl up my spine as I slide swiftly into the creek.

I get down on the ground and crawl through the thick slimy mud.

That mud clinging to my body like a little kid with their favourite toy, and that stench, that horrible stench overwhelms my nose. About to give up, I hear encouraging words all around me pushing me to keep going.The crisp breeze whistles through my surroundings.

”The end is close” I hear people say, a rush of determination flows through my head as I push and squeeze through the small icey gaps in the creek.

With my heart pumping out of my chest and the sweat and mud trickling down my back I see the end, I had accomplished it.

I may have come out with cuts and bruises and no feeling left in my body but I still finished, all these words were meaningful and gave me pride, I now felt like I could do anything.

MUDRUN by Alexander

I trembled as I dubiously decided to climb onto the nutcracker, the disgusting smell of mud hovering around. As I scrambled up, people flooded over me like rubbish being dumped, and before and I could do anything, my foot got tangled in the net. I was now coated is freezing mud, and all I could hear was chaotic waves of shouts, yells and screams. Before long, half the class had got to the other side. I fought to free my foot, but there was nothing I could do under the mad rush of the people. It was as if though I was in some kind of gigantic mouse trap. When most of the people had dashed past, I was finally able to free my foot, and dragged myself along to the other side.

I shivered as the class went down to commando crawl in the icy mud bath. Even knowing how idiotic it is, I did the same. It was as if I had gone completely brainless and unable to control myself, but instead being controlled by other people. Instantly, the cold numbed my limbs, and the vile taste of mud circled inside me. Why, why in this universe, would humans be so inhumane, stupid and mindless to have ““fun”” in this kind of miserable, unhealthy and idiotic way? The mud cut through my wetsuit and skin like a poisonous blade, torturing me to death.

Suddenly a shout broke through the splashing of the mud, and I clambered onto the grass.

I wondered how long have I still got to be an imbecile as the class got into the deep creek of ice and mud. As I stepped in, the bitter cold paralyzed me from foot to waist. The smell of rot hung around as I made my way around huge blocks of ice. Am I a swamp creature? What have I done to deserve this? I thought as I made my way around a bend. The freezing mud was tormenting me from head to toe, and I felt I had completely lost my body temperature. Before long, a sharp yell broke through the noise of splashing. Immediately, as if I had seen a way to escape death by torture, I scrambled onto the muddy grass with the help of some parents.

After we’ve been ordered to line up like the ones in Hitler’s army, we waddled one after the other back to the mud-stinking camp. 

Gutbuster Challenge....

Mr Brew started counting down the seconds. I knew what he was saying but I wasn’t listening. I was too nervous to listen. My stomach was gnawing at my insides. Water seeped through the kayak soaking my shorts. 3,2,1. I was shoved off into the icy water. I waved the paddle around manically trying to get the kayak to move forward. The race had begun.

Eventually I figured it out and I was away gliding through the cold water desperately trying to paddle to the other side of the lake. My arms became stiff as I tried and failed to turn around. At last I reached the shore. I tossed of my faded life jacket and took off running on the gravel road.

My legs burned as I tore up the loose stones on the track. My heart pounding. How long had I spent thrashing around in the lake? Mud squelched underfoot as I slid towards the 2 metre high wall I had yet to climb. I pressed off from the wet pebbles and clung on to the soft damp wood. I flung myself over the wall in record time and land amongst the grey pebbles.

I scramble to get up as I sprint towards the army net but on the pebbles it feels like I’m on a treadmill. Like I just keep stepping on the same spot. I skid across the smelly mud and onto the reared up grass. I get down on the ground and go under. The heavy cargo net forcing down on me. Pressing me down closer to the mud than I wanted. I felt dark gloopy mud soak my t shirt as I crawl further past the start and closer to the end. The net is a spider web catching my feet in as the flail behind me. At long last I reach the end of the vacuum tunnel.

I take off towards the bikes my energy draining as sweat dribbles down my face. The bikes appear before like a mirage. I leap onto one still clumsily strapping on my helmet. My feet find the pedals and I find myself speeding down the road trying to catch up to the specks in the distance of the people before me. I force the bike up the but after so long I just push it. I reach the marker and prepare myself for the bumpy ride back down. The bike is one step ahead of me and is already moving at breakneck speed before I’m on the seat properly. I slam the brakes every couple of second. It doesn’t do much except stop me thinking about flying into the marshy paddock at the bottom of the hill. I fly down the hill and manage to turn a left at the bottom. With enough speed from the hill to make it most of the way without pedalling I set off. Driving through potholes and odd bumps.

I reach the bike racks and leap off dumping it on the gravel. Once again I am running through muck sweat dripping down my back and acting as hair gel in my hair. My breaths come in heaves as I struggle through the marshy paddock. The paddock only brings back cold memories from the mud run yesterday. Cold ice banging shins. Soft mud swallowing shoes. Freezing water chilling spirits. I shake my head this isn’t the mud run. This is the Gut Buster.

Grass collapses beneath my heavy footfalls as muddy water rises from the dirt drowning my feet and splashing my legs. I make my way to the top of the flying fox. Gazing around from the frost vantage point my eyes only see the finish. A picnic table. So close. Safe manoeuvres help me artfully make my way down the icy stairs. My clay coated shoes slipping with even the slightest thing provoking them. The bridge is next the frost crystals have turned to mush from the contestants before me.

I sprint towards the finish, directions playing through my head. To the flagpole. Over the hill. Through the puddle. Touch the table. Soon enough the directions became movements. My heart pounded, powering my limp limbs. My head was heavy with an ache. My stomach burned with stitch. Water bounced up splattering me as somebody dived through the puddle. The dry wood of the picnic table confirmed it. I had finished it. I had finished the Gut Buster.

 Abseiling

My frozen toes squelch around in my wet shoes.My harness is tightened snugg around me.I walk to the edge of the platform.I turn my head to see the frozen pond sparkling like a million diamonds under the harsh winter sun.I lean back letting my body go weak.I step onto the icey logs,adrenaline is rushing through my veins like a cold unforgiving river.My shoes barely grip to the logs as I cautiously walk down the wall.The icey logs turn to a damp slimy wall of jagged rock. “Don’t look down” I tell myself as I shift my foot around to find grip.I didn't trust the rope that was holding me even though I knew it was perfectly safe.I start to feel confident and I’m now coming down the rock pretty fast.Maybe it is just because want to touch the ground? I don’t know.I am getting close and before I know it I am stepping onto the ground.Relief is flooding over my body Like a wave filling a rock pool.

I don’t think I will ever the courage do that again.

 Abseiling

My feet stood glued to the ledge as my legs turned to jelly and a feeling of dread overcame me. His words came out as a jumble of letters but I managed to decipher some instruction telling me to lean back. I slowly let the rope filter through my hands as I started to step back. I gradually made my way down. A feeling of panic overtook me as the rope suddenly swung over the side. My steps quickened and my stomach dropped as the urge to hit solid ground became unbearable. My feet found their way down to the frosty and damp forest ground. Another feeling took over my body but this feeling was neither dread or fear but pride, pride that I had done something I was scared of, pride for doing something I never thought I would do. The last thought I had before we left to do another activity was....”I just abseiled.”

TREE CLIMBING

As I begin to climb up the ladder my stomach rumbles like an earthquake. I went last and everyone was already having lunch so I want to finish quickly because I am very hungry. I can feel my gloves sticking to the sap which is like glue on the branch.

Now that I have climbed almost halfway up the tree I can feel sweat slowly dripping down my back and rain feeling like icy needles flying into my eyes. I come across a branch that is at least three metres away. I jump up and grab the branch using all my strength trying to pull myself up onto the branch. After what felt like an eternity I manage to pull myself up onto the branch.

I climb up a few more branches and before I know it i’m at the top. I look down and instantly regret it I must be at least… one thousand metres up in the air. I shake myself out of my daze and quickly begin abseiling down the tree, I was on a mission thirty seconds and at least three crashes into branches later and on the the ground. I quickly take off my harness and run off to lunch.

Lachlan