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Monday May 4, 2015 #
Orienteering race 45:00 [4] 4.5 km (10:00 / km) +200m 8:11 / km
shoes: Salomon Fellraiser
Triple Gloucester Day 3, Headless Hill with High Meadow. Brown. Crashed and burned.
Should have stayed at home today and saved whole catalogue of fails.
1 - Raffy sick in the car on the way.
2 - Our split starts were just over an hour apart, leaving Laura little time to get round her course.
3 - No string course, which we knew already, so I had planned to take the kids around some of the white. Was charged £4 for a 4 year old who was never realistically going to actually complete a white course, and I was told in no uncertain terms by the registration operative that "It's just not on for you to run the white and then run your own course later. You really should be non competitive".
4 - Route to start was far from buggy-friendly and it took me plus several helpers to haul the fully loaded double buggy up the steep slippery muddy and rooty path. Continued hillage up to the first control without any visible sign of any decent forest track led me to ditch the buggy at the start and go on foot with the two kids. By the first control Raffy wanted carrying, and shortly after I was carrying Raffy plus most of Maya's clothes, plus my jumper, plus map and dibber. With no string and with long legs between controls the kids got bored and just wanted to jump in puddles and pick up sticks.
5 - Managed to coerce them to go to #1, 2, 3, 7, and 8 before Laura appeared from the woods, having retired so as to get back in time for me to make my start.
6 - Kids hungry, thirsty and tired, with all respective remedies conveniently in the buggy back up at the start. I had to clamber back up there to retrieve the buggy and slide my way back down to the narky family. Then had to run 800m back to the car to get ready for my run. And 800m back again, then back up the hill to the start 30 minutes late. Hungry, thirsty, stressed even before I got going.
7 - Orienteering was surprisingly fine. Started 2 mins behind Charles and 4 behind Mark S. My unfair advantage of doing some of the white clearly paid off as I snuck ahead of Charles at #1. Going well after that and began to catch glimpses of Mark, and I managed to gradually catch up with him. I was pretty much on his heels punching #9, and he dropped down on to the forest road just before I did, and I followed him by jumping down the 6-foot bank on to the gravel road.
8 - Both feet snagged on brambles half way down the bank, and I landed hands-first on the gravel road, smashed my thumb-compass, broke my Garmin watch strap, and opened up the skin on both my palms.
That was enough. May the fourth be with you. It certainly wasn't with the Brittons today.
Should have stayed at home today and saved whole catalogue of fails.
1 - Raffy sick in the car on the way.
2 - Our split starts were just over an hour apart, leaving Laura little time to get round her course.
3 - No string course, which we knew already, so I had planned to take the kids around some of the white. Was charged £4 for a 4 year old who was never realistically going to actually complete a white course, and I was told in no uncertain terms by the registration operative that "It's just not on for you to run the white and then run your own course later. You really should be non competitive".
4 - Route to start was far from buggy-friendly and it took me plus several helpers to haul the fully loaded double buggy up the steep slippery muddy and rooty path. Continued hillage up to the first control without any visible sign of any decent forest track led me to ditch the buggy at the start and go on foot with the two kids. By the first control Raffy wanted carrying, and shortly after I was carrying Raffy plus most of Maya's clothes, plus my jumper, plus map and dibber. With no string and with long legs between controls the kids got bored and just wanted to jump in puddles and pick up sticks.
5 - Managed to coerce them to go to #1, 2, 3, 7, and 8 before Laura appeared from the woods, having retired so as to get back in time for me to make my start.
6 - Kids hungry, thirsty and tired, with all respective remedies conveniently in the buggy back up at the start. I had to clamber back up there to retrieve the buggy and slide my way back down to the narky family. Then had to run 800m back to the car to get ready for my run. And 800m back again, then back up the hill to the start 30 minutes late. Hungry, thirsty, stressed even before I got going.
7 - Orienteering was surprisingly fine. Started 2 mins behind Charles and 4 behind Mark S. My unfair advantage of doing some of the white clearly paid off as I snuck ahead of Charles at #1. Going well after that and began to catch glimpses of Mark, and I managed to gradually catch up with him. I was pretty much on his heels punching #9, and he dropped down on to the forest road just before I did, and I followed him by jumping down the 6-foot bank on to the gravel road.
8 - Both feet snagged on brambles half way down the bank, and I landed hands-first on the gravel road, smashed my thumb-compass, broke my Garmin watch strap, and opened up the skin on both my palms.
That was enough. May the fourth be with you. It certainly wasn't with the Brittons today.