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Friday Jan 11, 2013 #
Orienteering Race 35:44 [4] 5.0 km (7:09 / km)
Oceania Relays @ Glenlean. NZ M45 team.
Major taping job required on blister city, could hardly walk.
They shoved me in as first runner in the mass start so was expecting a royal battle I didn't know how I would fair. As long as I didn't do anything dumb we should be ok with Pete and ACW so that was my basic plan of attack, plus try and be fast.
We was jumping around like bulls at the gate waiting for the mass start then finally the show was on the road. Started confidently and accurately finding myself pretty much leading even the M18's up to c3, but the pace was taking a toll and their faster, younger legs got the better of me. Well some of them anyway. by c4 a couple of my grade got on my tail, an ozzie and a european of some sort. A longish uphill c9 midway through the course my right calf stared complaining so I couldn't keep up to my max speed, gradually getting worse the poor thing . We all started swapping the lead so many times, me losing it on every hill of any sort.
Not good racing on a calf injury but I could face the prospects of pulling out now. So I just hung on expecting to get third for the leg, however to the last control I was sharp as a tack with my nav,, the other guys were drifting a little and I could see them wanting to come back with me as I led them in towards most controls, eventually the ozzie went off to a slightly longer split, I had a longer on earlier, and the other fella followed me. Dug deep and came in for the first place for the first leg, and satisfied with my snooker of the other two guys. Turned out the European mp'ed as he had the same spilt as the Ozzie, who I managed to suck off course. (whoops not quite the correct description). Another Ocker was also very close in behind.
Then realised my calf was buggered.
Pete and Al came though sweet for the win, so just as well as one more loss would have cost the kiwis dearly.
But I feel like a sacrificial lamb as I knackered my achilles badly in the relays two years ago as well. All for the team.
At least it was enjoyable and felt like I had a proper race and faster at long last.
Major taping job required on blister city, could hardly walk.
They shoved me in as first runner in the mass start so was expecting a royal battle I didn't know how I would fair. As long as I didn't do anything dumb we should be ok with Pete and ACW so that was my basic plan of attack, plus try and be fast.
We was jumping around like bulls at the gate waiting for the mass start then finally the show was on the road. Started confidently and accurately finding myself pretty much leading even the M18's up to c3, but the pace was taking a toll and their faster, younger legs got the better of me. Well some of them anyway. by c4 a couple of my grade got on my tail, an ozzie and a european of some sort. A longish uphill c9 midway through the course my right calf stared complaining so I couldn't keep up to my max speed, gradually getting worse the poor thing . We all started swapping the lead so many times, me losing it on every hill of any sort.
Not good racing on a calf injury but I could face the prospects of pulling out now. So I just hung on expecting to get third for the leg, however to the last control I was sharp as a tack with my nav,, the other guys were drifting a little and I could see them wanting to come back with me as I led them in towards most controls, eventually the ozzie went off to a slightly longer split, I had a longer on earlier, and the other fella followed me. Dug deep and came in for the first place for the first leg, and satisfied with my snooker of the other two guys. Turned out the European mp'ed as he had the same spilt as the Ozzie, who I managed to suck off course. (whoops not quite the correct description). Another Ocker was also very close in behind.
Then realised my calf was buggered.
Pete and Al came though sweet for the win, so just as well as one more loss would have cost the kiwis dearly.
But I feel like a sacrificial lamb as I knackered my achilles badly in the relays two years ago as well. All for the team.
At least it was enjoyable and felt like I had a proper race and faster at long last.