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Sunday May 22, 2011 #
10 AM
orienteering long (WOC trials Livelys Bog) 1:47:10 [3] 8.5 km (12:36 / km)
(sick) shoes: new Olways
I woke up to the most beautiful sunrise over the bay at St Helens, a mysterious parcel from Susanne which turned out to contain cornflake cookies with starfruit jam - surreptitiously made at the hostel on Friday night - and the realisation that my annual cold had well and truly kicked in. So, I went out with a healthy attitude (if you can't enjoy orienteering on your birthday, then when can you?) but the rest of me really wasn't too healthy at all; I was cold and hot by turns, which wasn't a good sign.
I was already well aware, after the embarrassment of my AMDC result in WA, that I had every chance of coming last but I still didn't expect to achieve this quite so comprehensively! Navigation was mostly okay although I did bad things with my route choice on the long leg to 2 and then compounded this by being way too far up the hill, and next to the wrong gully, looking for the control (but in my defence, I miscounted gullies because one of them was hidden under the control number - grr).
One advantage of being so slow is that you can watch the race unfolding around you as others pass by (the crossover configuration of the course aided this) and another is that you can see things which no one else notices, like the helmet orchids on the ground during the long slog to 7. And, truthfully, I even enjoyed the creek-bashings because the course had been set to avoid the worst of the green. Did walk the button-grass swamps extra cautiously for my ankles' benefit, yet somehow this made me want to go bushwalking in Tas!
I was already well aware, after the embarrassment of my AMDC result in WA, that I had every chance of coming last but I still didn't expect to achieve this quite so comprehensively! Navigation was mostly okay although I did bad things with my route choice on the long leg to 2 and then compounded this by being way too far up the hill, and next to the wrong gully, looking for the control (but in my defence, I miscounted gullies because one of them was hidden under the control number - grr).
One advantage of being so slow is that you can watch the race unfolding around you as others pass by (the crossover configuration of the course aided this) and another is that you can see things which no one else notices, like the helmet orchids on the ground during the long slog to 7. And, truthfully, I even enjoyed the creek-bashings because the course had been set to avoid the worst of the green. Did walk the button-grass swamps extra cautiously for my ankles' benefit, yet somehow this made me want to go bushwalking in Tas!