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Friday Nov 9, 2007 #
Orienteering (2 hrs 30 min) 1:30:00 [1] ***
Hung about half the flags for the Tree Hugger race. Feeling less than totally enthusiastic about it, having just received a "No" RSVP for the AR Wrap-up party from someone who posted on the Evite website that he and three other invitees would be running a beer mile instead.
I wasn't going to hold the event this year after a 3-year run, but agreed to do it when some folks convinced me that it was a good tradition for the AR community to maintain, and offered their help to make it so. We are truly grateful and overwhelmed to have so many strong supporters of our event in the AR community - all the major AR companies in Ontario, several top-notch corporate sponsors, and many of the best racers in the country. I'm happy that so many of us will have a chance to get together and have a great time with good friends next weekend, and I'm really looking forward to it. But it's a pain to work so hard on something for other people on a volunteer basis, then get a stupid comment like that from someone who obviously doesn't give a s**t, especially since attendance is down this year, and we may not cover our costs. (Oh, and it makes me *really* wish that Billy had won that trip to Oz.)
OK, rant over! BulletDog and I went around Albion Hills on a damp, grey afternoon. I'm not fast when I hang flags because I'm constantly re-evaluating what I've decided on paper. "This rockpile is close to the Chalet, so parents will come here with their children, who might not see that ruined barbwire fence, so I'd better move the control to that pit down the hill." "This hill is right on the border of the conservation area during hunting season. If someone goes too far, it could be dangerous. Better move that flag." "This pond is really stinky and mucky, and people's dogs and kids will get filthy. If it were farther away from the Chalet, I'd keep the control here, but I think everyone will try to visit this one." And so on. I got bitten by the last one myself, as BulletDog immersed herself in the stinky slime, then followed up later with a good shoulder blade rub on the disembodied leg of some dead animal. Yuck. I had to head home early to make sure there was time for a dog bath before we headed out to the photography awards reception. :-)
I wasn't going to hold the event this year after a 3-year run, but agreed to do it when some folks convinced me that it was a good tradition for the AR community to maintain, and offered their help to make it so. We are truly grateful and overwhelmed to have so many strong supporters of our event in the AR community - all the major AR companies in Ontario, several top-notch corporate sponsors, and many of the best racers in the country. I'm happy that so many of us will have a chance to get together and have a great time with good friends next weekend, and I'm really looking forward to it. But it's a pain to work so hard on something for other people on a volunteer basis, then get a stupid comment like that from someone who obviously doesn't give a s**t, especially since attendance is down this year, and we may not cover our costs. (Oh, and it makes me *really* wish that Billy had won that trip to Oz.)
OK, rant over! BulletDog and I went around Albion Hills on a damp, grey afternoon. I'm not fast when I hang flags because I'm constantly re-evaluating what I've decided on paper. "This rockpile is close to the Chalet, so parents will come here with their children, who might not see that ruined barbwire fence, so I'd better move the control to that pit down the hill." "This hill is right on the border of the conservation area during hunting season. If someone goes too far, it could be dangerous. Better move that flag." "This pond is really stinky and mucky, and people's dogs and kids will get filthy. If it were farther away from the Chalet, I'd keep the control here, but I think everyone will try to visit this one." And so on. I got bitten by the last one myself, as BulletDog immersed herself in the stinky slime, then followed up later with a good shoulder blade rub on the disembodied leg of some dead animal. Yuck. I had to head home early to make sure there was time for a dog bath before we headed out to the photography awards reception. :-)