Orienteering race 46:01 [3] 4.3 km (10:42 / km)
shoes: Walsh PB Extremes
WEE at Polmaise, courtesy of Trevor, and Francis who kindly offered to look after Jamie whilst I went out for a run. He was asleep when I left but this was probably not a great idea as when he woke up later neither his mum nor his dad was around... cue one teary-eyed toddler when I got back. Many thanks to all for holding the fort until I returned!
Things started out well as I headed off to #1, the legs felt terrific and faster than they have for ages. I then pounded on to #2 and found myself at #5. Ah. It WAS on the line to #2, but it was a stupid mistake. Things went rapidly downhill from there. Way more tracks than I could see on the map, and ones I expected weren't there. My compass appeared to completely contradict every move I made (and rightly so). About the only one I got bang on was #7, which was a shame as I then had hopes for #8, which I wasted years on, just trying to bash a way through the brambles and each time ending up like Steve McQueen and his motorbike on the barbed wire in The Great Escape. There was no escape. In the end I went around, bloodied and very very late. Brackenfest to #9 to add insult to (actual) injury.
Plus points: the legs felt terrific!
Minus points: I orienteered like a donkey. And a senile one at that.