Orienteering 14:19 1.56 mi (9:11 / mi) +51m 8:20 / mi
ahr:176 max:185 18c
West Point Sprint, Red
Ye-haw sprint! Felt good + fiesty, bashing through the woods, finding *almost* all the controls exactly where I wanted.
But then there was that piddly little leg, 6->7. Went on a wrongish compass bearing, and was waiting for my second little-path crossing, but it didn't happen, panic! Turn around, head back, see a boulder, go to it, my control. Phew. But that was bad. What should have happened: look up, see cliff, go just below it, a smidge to left of nose. Even weency legs require respect!!!