Training Log Archive: SKWilson

Leg 3 for JOK at Jukola 2014. 10.4 km (450 m) of physically and technically tough orienteering starting in the gloom and finishing in daylight. Long run out (970 m!) then a big miss at number 1 due to not reading map carefully enough and a really big miss at number 7 due to taking insufficient care of a diagonally downhill leg and thrashing around of ages failing before eventually relocating 500 m from the control. Otherwise it was mainly a case of picking the right elephant trail through the heavy terrain and so overtaking was difficult. 2:06:00 put me 967th on the leg and lost the team most of the places gained by Rob H on leg 2. Really should have been 15 minutes faster and hence 250 places higher. Next year ...

Jesus Orienteering Club GBR 14:04:54

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1 Jon Cross (10.1 - 10.2 km) 1:41:14 707th
2 Rob Hart (11.4 - 11.5 km) 1:44:14 347th 3:25:28 464th
3 Steve Wilson (10.4 km) 2:06:00 967th 5:31:28 646th
4 Seamus Cunnane (7.5 - 7.7 km) 1:48:34 1129th 7:20:02 764th
5 John Emeleus (7.6 - 7.7 km) 1:33:04 583th 8:53:06 687th
6 Pat Bartlett (10.6 - 10.8 km) 2:28:04 1092th 11:21:10 750th
7 Graeme Ackland (13.9 - 14.1 km) 2:43:44 805th 14:04:54 727th

C • Next year... 5

Venla and the build up to Jukola. The remaining "brothers" (John E, Seamus C and Graeme A) arrived at about 7 pm in time for the build up to the Jukola start at 11 pm.

Early morning flight to Helsinki to meet up with Rob H and travel to Kuopio for Jukola. Then 60 minutes steady round the training area adjacent to the arena getting acquainted with the map, the mapper, and the terrain. Jukola should be fun!

Travel back from Sicily to meet up with Jon X and Pat B at Gatwick.

Didn't want to risk my knee.

Woke in the night with a really sore right knee - presumably a delayed result of the 10 K on Sunday or perhaps a legacy of carrying heavy bags uphill last night. Let's hope a day or two off is enough to get me fighting fit for Jukola at the weekend.

A "rest" day in name only - actually a long journey to Taormina, Sicily involving two planes, a rickety bus, and navigating my way through a sweltery Italian city in the dark using a less than entirely accurate map to locate my hotel (the latter of which brought back memories of inter-railing in Italy in the 1990s).