Training Log Archive: bbrooke

Woke up at 3:45 am.

Left home at 4:45 am.

Caught the airport bus from Flatirons Park-n-Ride at 5:10 am.

The airport was surprisingly packed at 6:00 am. My flight left out of Terminal A where, sadly, there aren't any cinnamon-sugar soft pretzels to be had. (Terminals B & C have Wetzel's Pretzels and Auntie Anne's).

It was pouring rain as I left the airport, and it continued to rain intermittently on my drive to Harriman. I came really close to flaking out (was not excited to orienteer in the cold rain), but I compromised with myself by doing Brown instead of the slightly-longer one-man relay I had signed up for.

I walked the whole course. I overshot #2 (figured out where I was when I found #6 instead) and got totally off-track on my way to #9, but otherwise I mostly found the controls without too much wandering -- although not as cleanly as I would have hoped for at walking speed. (Later, when I took a snapshot of my map for QuickRoute, I noticed that it was 1:7500. Oh! ;-)

I was concerned about getting to packet pickup before 7pm, so I didn't spend time changing clothes after I finished at Harriman. I headed to packet pickup at West Point, drove back to Spring Valley, dropped off Kris's packet at her hotel, and went to Target to find some warmer clothes than what I had packed. (I'm actively trying to purge clothes at home, so buying new stuff is the *last* thing I want to be doing right now...but I packed like an idiot for this trip, even after looking at the forecast several times. I guess I had Quantico's warm t-shirt weather in mind from two weekends ago -- my "aspirational" forecast.)

After Target (still in my wet & stinky O-clothes), I grabbed a Mysore masala dosa to go, and a single beer (which required two stops and some googling...), checked in at my slightly-sketchy hotel, ate, and finally got in the shower -- where I found a tick latched onto the back of my neck. SO GROSS.