By the end of everyday our feet were black, covered in mud, bugs and who knows what else. Cockroaches owned the 2 bedroom house all 40 of us occupied for the four days. Mosquito’s were armed and ready to attack as soon as we laid our heads on our pillows to rest. We were awoken by roosters at every. single. hour. of. the. night. To get the most out of our days there, we spoke with intentionality to every squad mate possible. We prayed and worshiped hard, together as one church, as one body. Team time was done in a small, hot, stinky pantry, because space was limited. When the rains came on the last day, I grabbed a handful of mud and chucked it at a teammate. That’s right. I started it. The Gap O legendary mud fight. Unfortunately, ending in a gashed knee and stitches for one, and a new hairstyle for every person, one with lots of permanent dirt and rocks lodged into every person’s scalp. Mud was dragged all through the house, you could tell a world race squad was inhabiting the premises. Something new and fresh was taught to each one of us during our time in Swaziland. God had it all waiting there for us, of course. We were only there for a short four days, just for a visit. But it was some of the best days on the race.
