Okay, it was hard not to be a tad cynical after the yesterday debacle, since this is a middle and... yeah. A middle.
I started off a tad annoyed because I had to start near the front, and we kept having opening ceremonies and criminy I had to start in 10 minutes! So I'd participate and put on a cheerful face and then the announcer would say "okay athletes please get and get ready and take rest". Yeah, right. 8 minute warm-up later, I get to start.
The race actually went modestly smooth for a while. I wasn't taking super aggressive routes, but I was generally spiking many of the controls, a few hooks, and a few slowdowns just before the control. Once again I caught my Japanese friend who started ahead of me, only to completely bomb 17. Its pretty much a textbook bearing on my part. The plan was to take a bearing, and count off the re-entrants, so I went 1, 2, 3, and then I'd be on top of it. As you'll see, my distance judgement was almost totally bang on, but my bearing pulled me just a tad left.
Then a bit of wandering being unable to re-locate, before bailing down the hill and then having no problem finding it. After that, again, it was a chase, leading to silly mistakes at 20 and 21, trying to go faster than I could manage. I suppose I can take consolation that the big mistake at 17 was a, shall we call, "expert mistake". I ran an aggressive route at (modestly) hard pace on a bearing while checking off major features. But, my compass let me down. One could argue I had no particular attack point, but I didn't see one so I went for it.
I don't think three years ago me would have dared to do that. I suppose I can take that as a consolation. Still, hard to swallow a 4 minute loss.
Route is here.