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Saturday Sep 6, 2008 #
KM Sprint 1:45:00 [5]
Day 2: Olso District Sprint Champs
A lack of understanding of time zones led to another late last night, so we all got up feeling a wee bit tired this morning. The fatigue faded when we realised we were in Norway and it was time for some sexy orienteering. DC managed to get us lost looking for the carpark, in doing so he managed to take us to the TC instead. That saved a walk. It was about minus 16'C.
Today's sprint was a good mix of open urban and urban forest. We'll try and get the map up as soon as we learn how.
DC managed to break his emit brick, so got no time or splits, but managed to convince the organisers that he had been to every control and showed him the time on his watch. "It's about the right length of time" was his evidence...
It was a pretty close affair, all of us losing quite a bit of time for various reasons, MN was suitably punished be losing 30s to the last control because he was too much of a soft-cock to go through the green marsh, instead prefering the seventeen times as long round option.
DC adpoted the highly valid "make it up as you go along" technique on the long leg, taking some serious time out of the other 2. DT preferred to lose his time by making the ever popular "lots of small mistakes" tactic. As well as pussying out through the green, MN decided that running to the first control he could see was probably the quickest way to get round the course; it wasn't.
MN 15:54
DT 15:58
DC: 16:01*
* Could have been 15:50 based on the GPS, but as he had no official results we'll go on the official result: http://www.tyrving.idrett.no/o/lop/2008/kmsprint/r...
After the race we ate some jaffa cakes and got the train to Frognerseteren, we then ran back home along the ski trails, took about an hour. DC wanted to go swimming, but we think he was just lying to make himself look hard.
The most important sport of the day was Wii Golf, DC won, DT was 1 shot down and MN was quadraspazzed.
RC found a classic race we can do tomorrow with some awesome looking terrain photos. Can't wait.
Come on Andy Murray!
A lack of understanding of time zones led to another late last night, so we all got up feeling a wee bit tired this morning. The fatigue faded when we realised we were in Norway and it was time for some sexy orienteering. DC managed to get us lost looking for the carpark, in doing so he managed to take us to the TC instead. That saved a walk. It was about minus 16'C.
Today's sprint was a good mix of open urban and urban forest. We'll try and get the map up as soon as we learn how.
DC managed to break his emit brick, so got no time or splits, but managed to convince the organisers that he had been to every control and showed him the time on his watch. "It's about the right length of time" was his evidence...
It was a pretty close affair, all of us losing quite a bit of time for various reasons, MN was suitably punished be losing 30s to the last control because he was too much of a soft-cock to go through the green marsh, instead prefering the seventeen times as long round option.
DC adpoted the highly valid "make it up as you go along" technique on the long leg, taking some serious time out of the other 2. DT preferred to lose his time by making the ever popular "lots of small mistakes" tactic. As well as pussying out through the green, MN decided that running to the first control he could see was probably the quickest way to get round the course; it wasn't.
MN 15:54
DT 15:58
DC: 16:01*
* Could have been 15:50 based on the GPS, but as he had no official results we'll go on the official result: http://www.tyrving.idrett.no/o/lop/2008/kmsprint/r...
After the race we ate some jaffa cakes and got the train to Frognerseteren, we then ran back home along the ski trails, took about an hour. DC wanted to go swimming, but we think he was just lying to make himself look hard.
The most important sport of the day was Wii Golf, DC won, DT was 1 shot down and MN was quadraspazzed.
RC found a classic race we can do tomorrow with some awesome looking terrain photos. Can't wait.
Come on Andy Murray!
Friday Sep 5, 2008 #
Orienteering 101 2:00:00 [4]
Day 1: Skjettenkollen & Gjelleråsen
The lardier members of our society had decided that full fat milk is tasty, they are wrong and I shall tell you why; it's not. However, we live in a democracy so full fat it was. We then got the tram to the tube to the town near the forest. A long short walk down some roads, through a tunnel and up a hill and we were in awesome Norwegian terrain. The satellites were locked in and it was time to go.
Session 1 was our introduction to orienteering, 4 x 1.5km-ish courses with 31 controls in total, so quite short legs. The aim, quite simply, orienteering. We decided to hang bog-roll for this one, for two reasons: My belly wasn't best pleased with full fat milk, and it's nice to have something to look for so you can run straight through the control without hesitating. The foreset was good, the courses were good, our orienteering not so much. But they say you learn from your mistakes, in which case we should be orienteering geniuses by now. Although I feel there is slightly less behaviour reinforcement involved with a slight parallel error compared to touching the 3rd rail; that's a mistake you only make once.
DC was the only member to get caught hanging, but that was only because he saw a moose. Although he didn't actually see it. And it wasn't actaully a moose.
Awesome orienteering, top area, socially unacceptable banter and a dodgy lunch.
Session 2 was a sprint race (in length, not speed) on the other side of the E6. According to Garmin no one went to the first control, although DC & DT got a lot close than MN ever did. It was a seeded start, based on a quick game of 5's. DT then MN then DC.
DC made short work of the 2 minutes and had his man in sight at #4, well within 1km. Some longer legs in open forest and they were then together. Some shorter legs through green and they were apart again. The "navigate to finish" proved troublesome for all of us, taking DC from 1st to not first, nor 2nd. There was never any sight of DT, he was found at the finish insisting he had done the whole course. He hadn't, but none of us had. Dodgy map we reckon...
MN 19:21
DT 19:38
DC 20:33
Session 3 was a long course through lots of green. We didn't do it.
The train back started off a bit dry, but things improved when we got closer to town. We then O-Geeked our way through the GPS routes and had some dinner.
A good first day in the forest with not to much bush-dodging.
Word of the week: Quadra'spazzed.
The lardier members of our society had decided that full fat milk is tasty, they are wrong and I shall tell you why; it's not. However, we live in a democracy so full fat it was. We then got the tram to the tube to the town near the forest. A long short walk down some roads, through a tunnel and up a hill and we were in awesome Norwegian terrain. The satellites were locked in and it was time to go.
Session 1 was our introduction to orienteering, 4 x 1.5km-ish courses with 31 controls in total, so quite short legs. The aim, quite simply, orienteering. We decided to hang bog-roll for this one, for two reasons: My belly wasn't best pleased with full fat milk, and it's nice to have something to look for so you can run straight through the control without hesitating. The foreset was good, the courses were good, our orienteering not so much. But they say you learn from your mistakes, in which case we should be orienteering geniuses by now. Although I feel there is slightly less behaviour reinforcement involved with a slight parallel error compared to touching the 3rd rail; that's a mistake you only make once.
DC was the only member to get caught hanging, but that was only because he saw a moose. Although he didn't actually see it. And it wasn't actaully a moose.
Awesome orienteering, top area, socially unacceptable banter and a dodgy lunch.
Session 2 was a sprint race (in length, not speed) on the other side of the E6. According to Garmin no one went to the first control, although DC & DT got a lot close than MN ever did. It was a seeded start, based on a quick game of 5's. DT then MN then DC.
DC made short work of the 2 minutes and had his man in sight at #4, well within 1km. Some longer legs in open forest and they were then together. Some shorter legs through green and they were apart again. The "navigate to finish" proved troublesome for all of us, taking DC from 1st to not first, nor 2nd. There was never any sight of DT, he was found at the finish insisting he had done the whole course. He hadn't, but none of us had. Dodgy map we reckon...
MN 19:21
DT 19:38
DC 20:33
Session 3 was a long course through lots of green. We didn't do it.
The train back started off a bit dry, but things improved when we got closer to town. We then O-Geeked our way through the GPS routes and had some dinner.
A good first day in the forest with not to much bush-dodging.
Word of the week: Quadra'spazzed.
Thursday Sep 4, 2008 #
Jogging to ICA 20:00 [2]
slept:3.5 weight:430lbs
Day 0: Getting there.
We got there. Eventually. We got the train from Edinburgh at 0900, to Glasgow. The less shrewd amongst us got Boots Meal Deals, others (of which there were one) went to Greggs for a nasty tasty Cornish Pasty. We then got on another train from the other Glasgow railway station. Why there are 2 I don't know. Something to do with being bad at designing railways I imagine. At the airport pretty early, someone loses the passport in their rucksack. Brief panic, heart rate max 198.
Knowing we were about to depart to a land where sterling isn't accepted, we saw no sense if keeping any. Fortunately BAA had provided a menagerie of electronic entertainment machines for our pleasure. The first was a football one where you take penalties. You kick the ball at this big sensor and where ever the ball hits it still goes straight to the keeping much slower than how you kicked it. This was a rubbish game and a poor investment of £1. Time Crisis 2 was a much better game, a true classic. One of our members was slightly less accurate than the other, in the same way Georgia is slightly less powerful than Russia.
An extensive tour budget meant we were flying Ryanair, one of Glasgow Prestwick's finest airlines. Without too much trouble to pilot managed to haul the plane into the air, about 30 seconds and 500m closer to the end of the runway than a normaly pilot who knows how to fly. Last night alcohol has seemed to have affected one members mental state, mid-flight he spasmed in a fit of rage striking the seat in front and then denying all knowledge of the action. Not wanting to cause friction early on in the trip the other members chose to quietly ignore the handicapped moment from special member number 3.
The plane landed. Bounced. Landed again. At least the engines weren't falling apart like the other plane at the airport though. Stringent passport checks and then we were in. If you are ever in norway, don't use minibank. It's not a real bank, it's not even a minibank, it's just a useless piece of crap in the wall that doesn't give you any money even when you actually have lots. I don't have lots, but even if I did it wouldn't give it to me.
Oslo Torp is conveniently placed several hours from Olso. Spasmic convulsions were kept to a minimum and we arrive at the central station OK. We decided to get the tube, then we (not we) changed our minds to bus, then tram, then tube again, then bus. Then we got the tube. We then had a lovely walk around a mental hospital before trying to break into the next door neighbours house. Günther was not happy. The reason for this was that special member number 3 had left the keys at home.
We jogged past some rubbish lady footballers to ICA, bought stuff we didn't need, made mincer member number 2 carry it all back up the hill. We overcooked some pasta and had it with some undercooked carrots. Now that is a tasty burger.
A quick jizzy-fit over all the awesome maps we have was followed by some poor planning and a total lack of being to find where we are meant to be going tomorrow.
It's late and we are going to bed.
Sayonara
We got there. Eventually. We got the train from Edinburgh at 0900, to Glasgow. The less shrewd amongst us got Boots Meal Deals, others (of which there were one) went to Greggs for a nasty tasty Cornish Pasty. We then got on another train from the other Glasgow railway station. Why there are 2 I don't know. Something to do with being bad at designing railways I imagine. At the airport pretty early, someone loses the passport in their rucksack. Brief panic, heart rate max 198.
Knowing we were about to depart to a land where sterling isn't accepted, we saw no sense if keeping any. Fortunately BAA had provided a menagerie of electronic entertainment machines for our pleasure. The first was a football one where you take penalties. You kick the ball at this big sensor and where ever the ball hits it still goes straight to the keeping much slower than how you kicked it. This was a rubbish game and a poor investment of £1. Time Crisis 2 was a much better game, a true classic. One of our members was slightly less accurate than the other, in the same way Georgia is slightly less powerful than Russia.
An extensive tour budget meant we were flying Ryanair, one of Glasgow Prestwick's finest airlines. Without too much trouble to pilot managed to haul the plane into the air, about 30 seconds and 500m closer to the end of the runway than a normaly pilot who knows how to fly. Last night alcohol has seemed to have affected one members mental state, mid-flight he spasmed in a fit of rage striking the seat in front and then denying all knowledge of the action. Not wanting to cause friction early on in the trip the other members chose to quietly ignore the handicapped moment from special member number 3.
The plane landed. Bounced. Landed again. At least the engines weren't falling apart like the other plane at the airport though. Stringent passport checks and then we were in. If you are ever in norway, don't use minibank. It's not a real bank, it's not even a minibank, it's just a useless piece of crap in the wall that doesn't give you any money even when you actually have lots. I don't have lots, but even if I did it wouldn't give it to me.
Oslo Torp is conveniently placed several hours from Olso. Spasmic convulsions were kept to a minimum and we arrive at the central station OK. We decided to get the tube, then we (not we) changed our minds to bus, then tram, then tube again, then bus. Then we got the tube. We then had a lovely walk around a mental hospital before trying to break into the next door neighbours house. Günther was not happy. The reason for this was that special member number 3 had left the keys at home.
We jogged past some rubbish lady footballers to ICA, bought stuff we didn't need, made mincer member number 2 carry it all back up the hill. We overcooked some pasta and had it with some undercooked carrots. Now that is a tasty burger.
A quick jizzy-fit over all the awesome maps we have was followed by some poor planning and a total lack of being to find where we are meant to be going tomorrow.
It's late and we are going to bed.
Sayonara
Wednesday Sep 3, 2008 #
Note
slept:3.5 weight:430lbs
Day -1:
Three men's humble quest to become the greatest living human beings in the history of the world ever. Such feats, of course, have humble beginnings, for Team Oslo Spit Roast it was the humble liquid rooms in humble Edinburgh in humble Scotland.
The night began shortly after the afternoon ended; 4 steaks, 4 portions of potatoes, 4 portions of veg and 2 people. The third musketeer eventually turned up having fell foul of his short stride length on a longer than acceptable walk. To the bus.
Edinburgh pulls in over a million visitors during the festival. They had all gone home though, and Oddfellows was empty. Apart from us. And the staff. A poor orange harvest in East Lothian led to a disappointing drought for our favourite orange coloured and orange flavoured vodka mixer. This void was duly filled by the most obvious of vodka mixers; pineapple juice. This didn't seem strange to the accompanying Australian, but they think Fosters is nice and Australia is good at sport. We all know otherwise.
The best thing about going clubbing after the festival but before the university term is the short queues. For some reason though the queueueue to the Liquid Rooms stretched all the way to Balerno. Local knowledge gained from being local allowed a sneaky flanking manouevre up some dirty piss soaked (by our own undoing) alley right to the front of the line of people waiting to get in.
Several drinks up and several more pounds down an we were in a condition to enjoy indy music. The atmosphere was sticky, to say the least. Dripping in places. A clungetastic couple of hours on the D'floor later and it was time to head for the 24hr Scotmid. We didn't go to the 24hr Scotmid because we decided the food there was far too unhealthy.
We get back with about 5 hours before the train leaves. Perfect preparation, see you on the other side...
Three men's humble quest to become the greatest living human beings in the history of the world ever. Such feats, of course, have humble beginnings, for Team Oslo Spit Roast it was the humble liquid rooms in humble Edinburgh in humble Scotland.
The night began shortly after the afternoon ended; 4 steaks, 4 portions of potatoes, 4 portions of veg and 2 people. The third musketeer eventually turned up having fell foul of his short stride length on a longer than acceptable walk. To the bus.
Edinburgh pulls in over a million visitors during the festival. They had all gone home though, and Oddfellows was empty. Apart from us. And the staff. A poor orange harvest in East Lothian led to a disappointing drought for our favourite orange coloured and orange flavoured vodka mixer. This void was duly filled by the most obvious of vodka mixers; pineapple juice. This didn't seem strange to the accompanying Australian, but they think Fosters is nice and Australia is good at sport. We all know otherwise.
The best thing about going clubbing after the festival but before the university term is the short queues. For some reason though the queueueue to the Liquid Rooms stretched all the way to Balerno. Local knowledge gained from being local allowed a sneaky flanking manouevre up some dirty piss soaked (by our own undoing) alley right to the front of the line of people waiting to get in.
Several drinks up and several more pounds down an we were in a condition to enjoy indy music. The atmosphere was sticky, to say the least. Dripping in places. A clungetastic couple of hours on the D'floor later and it was time to head for the 24hr Scotmid. We didn't go to the 24hr Scotmid because we decided the food there was far too unhealthy.
We get back with about 5 hours before the train leaves. Perfect preparation, see you on the other side...