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Some stories from today --
1. We took the shuttle bus to the meet site to avoid the parking trauma suffered by some yesterday (uphill walks of up to 3 km from one's car). Chatted up the guy sitting next to me, a Swede, about 50. Had crutches with him, broke his fibula 6 weeks ago, was here with family but not orienteering himself.
A lengthy discussion about the risk of injury, and death, in O' training, often out by yourself, and in Sweden at least, often at night and in the winter. You get hurt, no one is near you, you freeze pretty fast. I carry a phone often, but even that might not help. You try not to be stupid, but you can't just not go out because there is some risk, just have to find the right balance and hope you're not the unlucky one.
And then he said he'd been in Canada, time of the 1976 Olympics in Montreal, lots of Swedes there, he ran in the Quebec 5 Day, was 15 at the time and in H15-16. He says his class had the distinction/shame of being the only one not won by a Scandinavia, winner was a Canadian named Mark Adams. Did I know him? For sure....
2. And then waiting for my start, 30 minutes to kill, sitting under a big spruce for protection from the steady rain, another guy there too, not a word spoken.
Came back after my run to change, he showed up too, a little conversation started the usual way -- Do you speak English? -- I'd heard him speaking a little German to his non-orienteering wife, so that was going to come next, but English is obviously easier.
Yup, he did. And in less than a minute it turned out that he'd done so-so, and then that he was in H65 like me, though he looked about 50, and that he was Austrian. And then he asked what my name was. And his response was "You're Peter Gagarin?"' -- with a sould of both disbelief and amazement, perhaps he remembered the beard? -- because the next thing he said was, "We've met before in the USA, in 1998, at your championships."
Well, anyone who knows me knows that I'd have no recollection of who I met 13 years ago, but they'd also know that my question back to him was, "Where were our championships in 1998?" I mean, seriously, am I supposed to remember these things?
Turns out they were in Washington state, Cle Elum, ah, that rang a bell with him. And we'd met there. And he was amazed by the fact that our national champs drew a crowd of at most 150 people, and that I had flown 4,000 km to get to them. That doesn't happen in Austria.
And we had a real nice chat, we'd first run in the same event at the Austrian 5-Day in 1996, fun to meet others of the same age because it isn't easy, and often there are language barriers. But it makes the O' scene much more fun.
3. And, doing what I know "feet" would not have done, I went and picked up my award for winning yesterday. Part 1 was a calculator, possibly a solar calculator, though it doesn't seem to work. Part 2 was a tube of, well, the French word sounds like crayons, actually a set of colored drawing pencils.
I don't remember many of the awards over the years over here, but they are usually not medals or cups, rather something they've gotten from a sponsor or local merchant. High on the list, and perhaps feet would have kept them, was 4 bottles of good French champagne one year, and a couple of bottles of nice red wine another, or the container of a dozen separate baskets of fresh berries for winning a day in Italy (they were really good). Though I think the best was the free dinner for 2 after the aforementioned Austrian 5 Day, at a very nice restaurant up in the mountains, absolutely anything we wanted, drinks included.
On the low end was a jar of anchovies one day in France, and an axe at a meet in northern Sweden. The anchovies we offered to a stray cat, but it wasn't interested. The axe quickly found a willing Swede to take it off my hands.
Anyway, the lady passing out the awards was delighted to see me, both my behavior and my French were as good as they get, and I was happy to pose for a photo. There are worse things in life than getting an award.
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Ha, seems like I got first again. Cool. Gail was 12th today, Boris 2nd, Beatrice 7th, Sandy 11th, all just fine.
I realize as I sit here that I am missing the WOC opening ceremony over in Aix-les-Bains. But there is only so much spectating I can do, and you have to have priorities.... :-)