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Saturday May 5, 2012 #
Event: 33rd West Point A Meet
Note
Social notes from Saturday at West Point:
-- I met Vlad from last weekend at the BG. We laughed a bunch. I tried on his glasses -- just awful.
-- I got some remarks from Jeremy to the effect that he had heard I'd been trashing him on the web. Some more good laughs. He did not deny the fact that his orienteering had been quite special (and that does not mean "good") at the BG. Apparently it was also quite special today. So special that he had to be reminded that now was not the time to quit the sport, just as he was getting famous.
One of the side benefits of the visit was I got to spend some time with quite the stud (that's Jeremy), who had quite the big motorcycle, and quite the babe along with him. Better to be seen in such company than with the OFs in pajamas I usually hang out with.
-- I am thinking of starting a petition requesting that all old people stop orienteering, thereby dropping the average age and making it a much more visually attractive sport to the remaining 20 people still doing it. At which point one presumes it would boom. Hell, just start with me, George, and Charlie quitting, that would knock the average down a year for each of us. Add Don Davis to the mix and there's a 5-year drop right there.
-- And Phil, who seems to be in competition with Ken Sr and Alex as to who can damage themselves the most, well, Phil made a strong move today -- he may not have broken his right wrist but it was at least rather traumatized. But his reaction was just what you would expect of any of the three -- wrap it up and head back out on the afternoon sprint.
-- I met Vlad from last weekend at the BG. We laughed a bunch. I tried on his glasses -- just awful.
-- I got some remarks from Jeremy to the effect that he had heard I'd been trashing him on the web. Some more good laughs. He did not deny the fact that his orienteering had been quite special (and that does not mean "good") at the BG. Apparently it was also quite special today. So special that he had to be reminded that now was not the time to quit the sport, just as he was getting famous.
One of the side benefits of the visit was I got to spend some time with quite the stud (that's Jeremy), who had quite the big motorcycle, and quite the babe along with him. Better to be seen in such company than with the OFs in pajamas I usually hang out with.
-- I am thinking of starting a petition requesting that all old people stop orienteering, thereby dropping the average age and making it a much more visually attractive sport to the remaining 20 people still doing it. At which point one presumes it would boom. Hell, just start with me, George, and Charlie quitting, that would knock the average down a year for each of us. Add Don Davis to the mix and there's a 5-year drop right there.
-- And Phil, who seems to be in competition with Ken Sr and Alex as to who can damage themselves the most, well, Phil made a strong move today -- he may not have broken his right wrist but it was at least rather traumatized. But his reaction was just what you would expect of any of the three -- wrap it up and head back out on the afternoon sprint.
10 AM
orienteering 39:30 2.46 mi (16:01 / mi) +384ft 13:58 / mi
ahr:143 max:160
A very excellent run around the GreenX (M60) course at West Point. Very excellent because it was mostly a run, granted a very relaxed and careful run, but the hamstring behaved itself. In all honesty, nothing else mattered.
Walked up the hill to the start point, then just started running quite carefully, and that felt OK so I kept doing it. Was especially careful at the end, keep saying to myself to not do something stupid. And apparently I didn't.
Orienteering was straightforward, no problems. Helps not to be trying to go faster.
And afterwards, hamstring felt a little tender, but really not bad at all. As I said, very excellent.
Skipped the afternoon sprint, no point in pushing my luck.
Walked up the hill to the start point, then just started running quite carefully, and that felt OK so I kept doing it. Was especially careful at the end, keep saying to myself to not do something stupid. And apparently I didn't.
Orienteering was straightforward, no problems. Helps not to be trying to go faster.
And afterwards, hamstring felt a little tender, but really not bad at all. As I said, very excellent.
Skipped the afternoon sprint, no point in pushing my luck.