It's really over, and the elite and not so elite athletes from around the world recover in comparative luxury at hotels in Ouarzazate; although judging by the way they wearily disembarked from the coaches on arrival and then hobbled to reception, you'd be forgiven for thinking they were a group of tired pensioners returning after a long day trip. Blisters are the main handicap, making even the most able limp like a three legged dog.
Breakfast is a buzz of excitement as we get to eat real food and especially fresh fruit! After that we head to collect our official MDS T-shirts and get an opportunity to spend even more money on MDS merchandise, but only after suffering a 90 minute queue for the privilege; although Chris and I enjoy an entertaining conversation with Danish twins who have now completed the MDS at their second attempt. Interestingly they've also done several full Ironman races and say the MDS is way harder - that's good to know.
At lunchtime we scatter throughout the town to find our own slice of Moroccan cuisine. The afternoon is spent surfing in the lobby, lounging by the pool or sleeping; it seems so odd not having to prepare for something or being active, but it doesn't take me long to adapt to lethargy, the training is definitely easier!
This evening is a fundraising auction for charity and then we all prepare to fly back to our homes and loved ones tomorrow. I for one am looking forward to some prime sofa time with long suffering wife, Keren. No doubt it won't be long before the activity bug strikes again.
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