World Championship paragliding is like this: You hack away mindlessly for a decade and a half filled alternately with hope and despair like a duracell-yo-yo.
The thing that sustains you most is the prospect of a three week holiday in an exotic location doing what you love for your country every two years. Once in a while you glimpse the elusive pot of gold and you dream of victory knowing how slippery the reality of that dream is. You end up clinging to the thought of a single day where you might shine. It has been fourteen years since a South African pilot has won a task at a world championship event. I happened to be the team manager on that occasion in Spain (2001) and I marvelled at the idea.
Today was my turn!
I only managed to win by a single point, and in the greater scheme of things, my (poor) overall position negates much, but it was on my bucket list and I would be lying if I said it does not feel good.
Even better is the fact that we are not even half-way through the competition with an optimistic outlook on the weather.
The top-ten overall leader-board reads like the who's who of paragliding with all the giants present. I salute you all and thank you for letting me slip through the gaps today gentlemen, I am very much indebted to you!