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Tuesday May 19, 2020 #
7 AM
orienteering 3:31:36 9.87 mi (21:26 / mi) +2750ft 16:58 / mi
ahr:115 max:148
Not bad considering how bad the omens (and my decisions) were.
Bad decision #1. I'd decided yesterday evening that the best day to have a go at the Billygoat was Wednesday. I was tired after being on my feet much of Monday. My schedule worked better too. But when I woke up at 5 am and it was clear I wasn't going back to sleep, well, might as well go do the BG. Idiot.
Bad omen #1. I got to the Lake Bray entrance right at 7 am. Charlie had said that the gate was open by 7. The gate was open. You just couldn't drive in. They are in the process of repairing the I-91 support columns, but there was room to get by. But the cop was adamant. No cars until 8 am.
Bad decision #2. Right then and there I should have said, OK, Wednesday will be fine. But nope.
My plan had been to stash water bottles at each of the three crossings of the Lake Bray road, and then end up with my car at the start, halfway up the road. The idea being to not waste any energy in advance. Afterwards I could take a very slow walk up the road to fetch the car.
So the plan got modified. No bottle to the upper crossing, so even longer (2+ hours with no water). Just walk up to the start. Sure, why not.
Bad omen #2. Set to go at about 7:30, later than hoped (the day would get warmer), but not too bad. Started my back-up watch, started my Garmin. And, well, thankfully, I suppose, there is no video and there were no spectators. Within 10 seconds I was lying partly submerged in the teeny little stream just in front of the start. The rock I had stepped in mid-stream looked solid but it tipped the moment I stepped on it, and then I tipped, and in a split-second my only concern was keeping my map dry. Which I did.
Bad decision #3. It's not your day, go home, go back to bed. Nope.
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Fucked up the orienteering at the end. Pretty annoying.
Three falls, the other two on dry land, but nothing bad. Feel OK, just tired.
Bad decision #1. I'd decided yesterday evening that the best day to have a go at the Billygoat was Wednesday. I was tired after being on my feet much of Monday. My schedule worked better too. But when I woke up at 5 am and it was clear I wasn't going back to sleep, well, might as well go do the BG. Idiot.
Bad omen #1. I got to the Lake Bray entrance right at 7 am. Charlie had said that the gate was open by 7. The gate was open. You just couldn't drive in. They are in the process of repairing the I-91 support columns, but there was room to get by. But the cop was adamant. No cars until 8 am.
Bad decision #2. Right then and there I should have said, OK, Wednesday will be fine. But nope.
My plan had been to stash water bottles at each of the three crossings of the Lake Bray road, and then end up with my car at the start, halfway up the road. The idea being to not waste any energy in advance. Afterwards I could take a very slow walk up the road to fetch the car.
So the plan got modified. No bottle to the upper crossing, so even longer (2+ hours with no water). Just walk up to the start. Sure, why not.
Bad omen #2. Set to go at about 7:30, later than hoped (the day would get warmer), but not too bad. Started my back-up watch, started my Garmin. And, well, thankfully, I suppose, there is no video and there were no spectators. Within 10 seconds I was lying partly submerged in the teeny little stream just in front of the start. The rock I had stepped in mid-stream looked solid but it tipped the moment I stepped on it, and then I tipped, and in a split-second my only concern was keeping my map dry. Which I did.
Bad decision #3. It's not your day, go home, go back to bed. Nope.
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Fucked up the orienteering at the end. Pretty annoying.
Three falls, the other two on dry land, but nothing bad. Feel OK, just tired.
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