Orienteering - race 1:25:16  9.2 mi (9:16 / mi)
I decided against the British long a month or so ago when I started getting pains in my ankle / achilles. The physio diagnosed something or other, advising no fast reps and try to stick to roads mainly. So happily took up the offer to help with the adventure show. Cameron McNeish’s knowledge of orienteering was somewhat sketchy - could you be with him at the start and tell him a bit about the runners and answer his questions, talk about the course etc? Ok but can I pre-run, as then I know more about what the athletes are facing? Ok.
So we met up in the pub last night and talked tactics. I made sure I got the map last night to avoid faffage at 8 am in the assembly field, and they wanted to ask me where best to put a cameraman on the way to number one, so I had taken a slight look at it. I didn't want to spoil the experience so didn’t look at the rest of the course.
We met at 8 this morning, and they strapped a GoPro onto my chest, and a hand camera to take pics but mainly for audio. The GoPro was fine, the hand camera was relatively heavy, but if it picked up any of my talking that might be useful. I was a bit worried about my ankle as it suddenly got very sore yesterday and was worried I might have to drop out. My legs were totally exhausted too, especially the long, hot track sections, but I hadn’t easeddown as I might have otherwise. Embarrassing misses at 2, 4, 9, 10, 16 and 19. 19 was just after I had come down the hill commenting to the camera that you have to focus at then end as that’s when planners like to throw tricky controls in. Laurence had the same control, and approached from the path where it was easy apparently.
Then back, ice cream and up to the start. I took the cameraman to the top of the first hill. He was a bit grumbly that not all of the elites were coming straight at him. They’ll get a bit more accurate later on, I told him. Back to the start to talk Cameron through the starters. Exhausting. Felt a bit like a job interview. He was lovely though, and I have a lot more respect for him than I thought I would. Then back to assembly to lie in an exhausted heap, and find that none of my predictions were correct!