Note
Just reflecting on all the amazing places that I have been over the past few years. From Aalborg to Aix-les-bains, from Lausanne to St Gallen, Appenzell and Cali. Venice, Trento, Conegliano, Vittorio Vento, Vatarro, London, Hillerød, Leiria and now Tartu.
I've climbed over fences to train on athletics tracks in France (with Jeremy Green). My next "naughty" thing definitely has to be running through a field of wheat in Estonia (the British people will get the joke)! I've prepared O maps of a university that I will be attending in September. That was an absolutely incredible day, when suddenly I believed that I could orienteer, that I wasn't at the World Champs by chance, that I deserved my spot on the start line. I've also had disappointments in Cali and Venice, in some of the most amazing places that I have ever run. And now I am here, in Estonia for my fourth World Champs. And all of this just makes me think back to how I got here.
I suppose that orienteering is often the perfect analogy for life. We're all trying to find the best path, but we make some mistakes along the way. Often ones that we can't correct, we can only minimise the damage, learn and the next time we have the same control we can attack the problem in a different way. We go as fast as we can, never pausing to stop and take in the view of the amazing places that we go, never reflecting on how awesome our life is. We treat it as a race and some of us are just better at not making mistakes than others. But just like in orienteering, we have to make our way to certain controls. We know what is coming next, but we have to do things in order no matter how frustrating and disappointing and heart wrenching it is at times. That's what I suppose I often struggle with. I know what I want to come next, but I'm still trying to find this stupid control in the green. I'm getting there, I'm just going a little slower than I'd like to, maybe because I broke my compass somewhere along the route or maybe because I'm using a stupid circular map without a compass ;)! And I can't help but feel that I've missed a control somewhere along the way that I have to go back and get, or maybe it was just the central control in a butterfly that I messed up on the first loop around. But I am going back. I'm not going to just give up on my home. No matter where I go my home is still South Africa. And I'd like my finish to be close to my start. It's where my heart is. And most importantly for Friday, our experiences shape us, but they shouldn't define us. I'm more than just a single race in Switzerland. That doesn't define me. I'd rather be judged on who I am rather than where circumstance and opportunity have taken me.
I'll end it off with something more orienteering related. We had our meeting this evening. Advice was that we use rubber dobs for the sprint because the weather is predicted to be terrible. I'm trying to pick the gap in the thunderstorm for my start time, but that's probably going to be very tricky. On Nic's advice I'm going with a middle start time to at least get some tracking on the hill, hopefully before the thunderstorm hits....
On a lighter note, a South African, a Serbian, a Moldovan and an Azerbaijani play foosball. No this is not the first line of a joke :).