Control picking at Woodridge. Another perfect fall day, temps in the 60s and not a cloud in the sky. Mike and I went out there together, and I ran the control picking course that he ran last weekend.
Goal was to maintain focus the whole time. Lost track of where I was on the way to 6, but settled down after that. Lots of junk in the woods (underbrush and thorns) so my routes through the woods may look odd, as I zigged and zaggged to avoid stuff. The grass is varied, sometimes mowed, but usually pretty high. I was getting tired of the spear grass getting stuck in my socks. Stopped many times today to clear stuff out of my shoes; wish I could learn to ignore it.
There was an incredibly fierce wind today, which helped push me up the hill to 38, but made it very hard to get to 39. At that point, I started getting tired, and un-motivated. I debated turning around at that point, but decided to keep going. But the hesitation took it's toll, and I promptly made a mistake.
Kept going, but I knew it was time to pack it in as I started cursing out loud on the way to 46. Woods were unpleasant, I couldn't find the depression (although I know this location well) and I was bummed to see how much further I still had to go. All signs that the brain was done for the day, so I skipped the last few controls and jogged it in.
Fun course, and I enjoyed parts of it. Need to wear gaiters next time I'm out at Woodridge.
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