Disaster of a race at Venla. I really have to get out orienteering more, I think. Was cheerful and in good spirits on my way to one, planned a route, attacked in, but didn't really know where I was attacking from, and then couldn't match anything. Found a control, not mine. Couldn't figure out where it could be. Decided best thing to do would be to run back to the trail and do it right. Did that, found the intersection, attacked in again. Found a control, super excited, only to realize it was the same control I found before! Luckily I found Cristina there lost too. We tried to relocate, ran off, and found a big boulder with a control. Cristina relocated us, and we ran off to our controls. Mine was just past hers, so I ran right by hers... and then was lost again. A bit of wandering and then finally found it. After visiting all three other first controls.
A few more bad moments (thinking I was at a different water stop and cutting off the trail and having nothing make sense, bad compass work a few times). I saw Cristina again around 7 which was fun, and then I finally got my act together on the way to 8 and ran well after that. Though not too much of the course left at that point!
It was a good family weekend, as Mom and Dad came too, as well as Sofie and Ross. Took some coordinating, but it all worked out well and Sofie had a good time (though was maybe a bit sleep deprived at times). I feel like I wasn't a great mom, a distant wife (who didn't plan anything for father's day), a bad orienteer, an unsupportive teammate.... but I'm still glad I went. I will just continue to work on that balance in the future.
Oh, and I looked at my watch at 1 to see how long that took me and accidentally stopped it. Realized it just at the end and restarted it.