I made some adjustments at half time. I studied my opponents. Every move was predictable. Then I realized, so were mine. Especially, being as green as I am. I changed my strategy to behave like a veteran traveler, and I went back into the game.
Being intentional as a strategy was new to me. I put my haphazard ways behind me and set out to leave no room for my enemy. I got up, got dressed, and then coated myself with bug spray…slowly, one limb at a time. I gave myself breaks between each limb, so the chemical cloud would dissipate. That way I could both breathe and don my chemical shield. It worked for the day. Round 7 was mine.
In the evening, the weather was glorious. I decided to sit on the porch and enjoy the breeze, however, I neglected to reapply my armor. Round 8 went to them.
By the last two rounds, I had my strategy down. I applied my spray the same each morning. I also learned, that as soon as I arrived back in my room each afternoon to go ahead and ready the mosquito net…before the sun set, while the little blood suckers were asleep. It worked like a charm, and they couldn’t figure how what hit them. Rounds 9 and 10 went to me.
In the end, I starved the little guys. The final score was 6 to 4, and barring any malaria breakout when I get home, I must say I was pretty proud to win so big in my first major championship. I will continue to take my malaria meds for the upcoming days because I know pride comes before a fall, and they would love it if I let my guard down and got sick once I am home. Ultimately, I know I learned some great lessons which will benefit me in future matches with them, but this time, I am happy to have won by beginner’s luck.