Brilliant day outside, and I knew what to expect. After some decent wind on Sunday, and an even better effort yesterday, today's forecast called for some real Wyoming wind--proper wind. And it was. Tree felling wind (trees were indeed down across trails at Happy Jack.)
My plan was to revisit Sunday's Plan A--a brisk O' run at Granite Planite. I did a thorough warmup of about a half hour, and then changed into O' shoes and a light O' top. Despite the wind, it was seasonally warm. It felt great for mid-October, and at the Start, I was ready and psyched! I knew I would need to take advantage of all the legs when the wind was at my back, and be resolute and push hard when the wind was in my face, and take it as a worthy challenge. I set off with that in mind, carried out my plan as well as I could, and crossed the center of the double circle with a new best time. It felt very satisfying.
I warmed down by running back to a shooting area nearby, where I had spotted lots of empty brass cartridges while I was warming up. I collected all the brass for recycling, probably about enough to equal one pizza.
I was back home with enough time for a quick ride out to the high school and back. By then, the wind was even higher. Good stuff.
In the evening, I checked and verified that there was indeed a replay available of the Swedish Sprint Relay, so once again I sacrificed and watched it while having dinner.
When I was about to start the video, I wondered if I would still be able to understand the Finnish. Or would it even be in Finnish? Or had it all been some strange dream? No need to worry: it was Finnish again, and just like yesterday I understood every word. Or at least I did right up to the point where Alexandersson was about to overtake Hagström. Then something weird happened. I started to hear a rushing noise filling my ears, and my vision started to narrow and grow dim, and then, for a brief moment, there was nothing at all.
I don't know exactly what happened, but there was a gap where I have no memory, and then my vision started to come back, and there was Alexandersson running up the final meters to take the win for Stora Tuna. And I could recognize the announcing was still in Finnish, but now it was utter gibberish to me, and I didn't understand any of the words except for the occasional "Sara" and "Tove". Gone, just like that--for two days I could understand it all, and then nothing.
Oh, well. It's just like they say sometimes: "Better to have Finnished and lost than to never have Finnished at all."
All that said, I think Sprint Relay is about as good as orienteering on TV can be. It's really, really fun to watch. Even if you can't understand Finnish.