So after feeling to shit to run XC yesterday, I woke up feeling great today. I was asking Ray whether he thought I had rheumatoid arthritis or Lyme disease. He said he thought I just had hypercondria, but then in the next breath, without a hint of irony he tells me that he thinks he broke his foot in the XC race. You know that bone in the arch? No, I didn't think there was a bone there either. Anyway, exciting news, I get to go orienteering without family. How relaxing!
The hirsel, Coldstream. The art of enjoying orienteering no matter what the terrain is to manage your expectations. I was expecting it to be shit, and actually it was ok, so I throughly enjoyed myself. And RR are such a chatty, friendly club. And it was sunny, and my rested legs felt good. Such fun!
Low points - frying myself on the electric fence 8-9.
High point - the rhodis were great fun, and seeing Stella Lewsley, GB top and all, too scared to run past the highland cow. I can laugh, cause the cow was on the other side of the field when I passed.
I tried and failed to start an email to Jackie last night. I can't be arsed. I might just wait until she comes to her senses and says "hey, woc is in Scotland next year, so why don't we just organise a trip to the world cups in Norway / Sweden, and spend the rest of the time doing tech training in Scotland." I might have a long wait.
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