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Saturday Oct 22, 2011 #
C • Ha 8
10 AM
orienteering 1:56:27 [3] 14.26 km (8:10 / km) +307m 7:22 / km
Orienteering today felt like some kind of cosmic reward. "Good job, you get to go out with your friends on a beautiful day and run through the woods. Keep up the good work."
Eight of us headed down to a new map for me, Kungsham-Morga. People here are spoiled, and there was a lot of grumbling about how moose hunting season meant that we couldn't go to the nice map for training. It was kind of nice to have real hills to run up, but the green was thick in places.
The plan was to run with Boris and Andrew, and at first I was champing at the bit, pulling ahead and enjoying the sensation of running fast and controlled through the woods. Then I would wait for them to catch before we would head to the next. I settled down after about 7 and was running at more the group speed. A very fun session marred only by a crazy amount of cattle-tracked mud wallowing and, unrelated to the mud, turning my ankle twice or three times ( I wonder if this is an effect of wearing integrators, or an effect of switching to a different shoe from the ones I've been wearing for the past couple of months). On the last ankle sprain I swore loudly at the pain, and a dog-walker on the nearby trail was possibly convinced that I was swearing at her dog, she was amused I think.
After training, lunch and games. I lost Ticket to Ride Europe for the first time, the end of a glorious winning streak spanning nearly a week.
Eight of us headed down to a new map for me, Kungsham-Morga. People here are spoiled, and there was a lot of grumbling about how moose hunting season meant that we couldn't go to the nice map for training. It was kind of nice to have real hills to run up, but the green was thick in places.
The plan was to run with Boris and Andrew, and at first I was champing at the bit, pulling ahead and enjoying the sensation of running fast and controlled through the woods. Then I would wait for them to catch before we would head to the next. I settled down after about 7 and was running at more the group speed. A very fun session marred only by a crazy amount of cattle-tracked mud wallowing and, unrelated to the mud, turning my ankle twice or three times ( I wonder if this is an effect of wearing integrators, or an effect of switching to a different shoe from the ones I've been wearing for the past couple of months). On the last ankle sprain I swore loudly at the pain, and a dog-walker on the nearby trail was possibly convinced that I was swearing at her dog, she was amused I think.
After training, lunch and games. I lost Ticket to Ride Europe for the first time, the end of a glorious winning streak spanning nearly a week.