At some point after last Sunday's run, where for some period of time I was heading for the wrong control, I was thinking about this bad habit of mine. And I was reminded of an event that could either be interpreted to be good news or bad news.
The event was the relay in the 1978 World Championships. I was running first leg for the USA. If I remember correctly, besides the obvious motivation to beat as many other countries as possible, there was also the motivation to have a better time -- even though our courses were forked, they were similar -- than the other members of the USA team. :-)
Here's my
map. And the reason I mention it is that on the way from 1 to 2, I went to the right of the bunch of cliffs, and then after a bit I happened to notice that I was right on course to spike #9. I don't know what I thought at the moment of discovery -- yes, O' truly is "discovery," though this may not be the intended situation -- nor do I remember what I may have said to myself, since I'm pretty sure that at that long ago time WTF has not yet been invented.
I believe I corrected rather well, moved on to 2 without much loss of time, and in fact moved on around the course with very little loss of time, 77 minutes for a course that was about 10 km (
results). The other thing I remember was running all the way up the hill on the way to 11, saying over and over, got to beat **, where ** was another member of our men's team. You get motivation where you can.
Anyway, if I am worried about the deterioration of my mental skills, then this is good news, because I have been doing this particular fuck-up now for over 30 years, and therefore I am no worse than ever. Though I suppose it could also be bad news, because if I have been doing this particular fuck-up for over 30 years, then it is pretty likely going to happen again. I can hardly wait.