When it came to hitting the water as a team, I don’t think any of us got what we had bargained for – and I’m not just talking about Day 1’s glorious or ridiculously hot weather, depending how you look at it. Starting out that day we were all in high spirits and the banter between us was already growing. It turns out that we were a group of both very down-to-earth humble beings and the biggest show-offs. As we took to the water we encountered the expected fast-flowing water, tight bends and the odd obstacle to trip us off our boards. At each section of fast-flowing water, one of us would shout to Chris who would make up a totally unbelievable grade of rapid we were about to paddle because – as he mentioned once or twice – Chris liked to paddle whitewater.
The banter between us about each other’s experience would continue throughout the challenge. In fact, I think Nomadic Paddler earned himself another world record that weekend for the most time the sentence “I have a world record” was uttered. Unfortunately, for me Day 1 of the challenge would be reminiscent of my rarely mentioned Land’s End to John o’ Groats paddle – not because it was the first day of an epic adventure, but because I proceeded to be sick several times within the first 13km. Sadly, due to conditions on the day and rising temperatures it was decided for safety that I would not be able to return to the water that day. The team were so supportive. I had expected them to feel let down, frustrated and annoyed – and I was deflated leaving the water – but my expectations couldn’t have been further from the truth. The Red Spirit team went on to smash the rest of the day and I am told it was a day full of banter, “rapids”, and helping each other through the long hot day. When they arrived back at base after completing Day 1 with Chris showing off his skills and step-back turns it was clear that this was a team full of encouragement, support and fun. We were a team both on and off the water.
The same vibe continued into Day 2 as I rallied, determined to smash out the second day, while Mike was sadly taken ill, so we became a tag team. Heading for the water I didn’t have the doubts of the previous day, as we were the true definition of a team. So with ‘The Cap’ (as Patrick affectionately became known) making sure we were all hydrated, eating and looking after ourselves, Day 2 was a blast. We hit the water in high spirits and the banter was immediate as was the pace – which was as high as the vibes. The music was playing, and the team even endured Rammstein as I head-banged my way down the river. What made it even more special was that as we paddled and switched positions back and forth, we chatted. We had all reached this point and found our love of paddleboarding from very different places in our lives – we each had our own tales of highs and lows, but we shared this sport, and all spoke of the unparalleled sense of community and support found within SUP. These thoughts echoed back at us as we reached the various checkpoints cheered on by the amazing volunteers, Sarah ‘SUP Junkie’ Thornley who embodies the ethos of the SUP community and also the Red team who were always in high spirits. After the final checkpoint the competitive nature within all of us kicked in – yes, we know it’s not a race, but we were on track to finish the day first and that was a challenge we were all raring to go for, so we pushed on at around 7kmph. As we neared the centre of Nottingham each one of us dropped to our knees, refuelled and without talking rose again, we were so in tune with each other. We went on to “WOOP” and “YEE-HA” our way down the final few kilometres, putting everything we had into those remaining minutes, so much so that we almost missed the finish. On that day we completed 43km in 6 hours, 19 minutes – and we were ecstatic.