I should have gone to Oakover, I’m kicking myself that I didn’t, but my catastrophising brain took over and we bailed last minute. It’s not often that I ever let myself back out of anything, I don’t naturally have much oomph to get going on things but once I’m doing anything then I tend to enjoy it and see it finished, so I’m quite strict with myself about just starting or going to anything.
But when I woke up to torrential rain that continued for 3 hours with my weather app saying it would last another 3 hours with lightning to boot, I started to worry that my van, which is 2 wheel drive, wouldn’t be able to get off the venue field. I had an internal war of ‘6hrs of rain = very slippy top grass’ logic Vs ‘it’s been dry for weeks, it’ll be fine’ logic and the catastrophising brain won.
Turns out it stopped raining at 9am, there was no lightning and everyone who went had a wonderful time. I was left kicking myself for the rest of the day. We still went out in the trailer and got the same distance but Oakover is one of my favourites and I’m so sad to have missed it for no reason, and feel guilty for having a spot that someone else could have taken.
There we go, we live and learn, I will now use this for any future brain farts, and just remind myself of the feeling of missing Oakover to get my butt out the door.
Beth Endurance 