Sprint day. Mike drew me a course on campus, with some artificial boundaries thrown in for good measure. I was on my way to 2 before I even noticed the black line across the road. Had to make a quick decision, so I missed the fact that I could have gone under the overhang and down the stairs (almost a straight line) to 2.
My legs were slightly tired after the last two days, which helped me run a decent pace. Fast enough, but not too fast to cloud my thinking.
Was doing well until 10. There is now a construction fence up around the building, so I couldn't go precisely to the control. When I looked at the route to 11, I saw the black line and somehow thought to my self "I have to run back around the building" (which was not true). Then I proceeded to run along the back of one more building than needed. (Track is wonky here, maybe because I went under the overhang? I stayed on the sidewalk, due east, but my track takes me back to 9). Somehow it dawned on me that I was running around the wrong building (it was taking too long) and I finally realized my mistake and turned around. Looks like I lost 30 seconds here. Ugh!!!
I'm glad I did a M-L-S weekend. It reminded me how to prepare for the races, and take care of my body in between. It reminded me of how it feels to push hard, and the impact on my brain and navigation. It reminded me of how it feels to navigate well, and to navigate badly. It reminded me of my personal demons. I hope I can recognize them soon enough during the championships, and stop myself from making big mistakes.