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Saturday Apr 28, 2018 #

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I am sitting at home listening to Per Forsberg and crew announce TioMila (or maybe it's officially 10MILA these days?), having finished dinner a little while ago. Naturally I had the traditional TioMila meal of pizza with svampor. I assume Per Forsberg would have prepared in the same manner, though maybe his pizza had trattkantareller whereas I had to settle for more ordinary mushrooms out of a can.

It's good announcing of course, but what in the world is up with that background music? It sounds like the world is dying, very slowly, as imagined on synthesizer. Maybe someone made the wrong selection and picked a death dirge by mistake, and it's too embarrassing to make a change at this point. Or maybe something special is in the air and all the runners in the forest are moving in very,very slow motion. Well.

Now it's early in the morning there, and getting light, with birds singing in the forest. No doubt people at the arena are sipping very good Swedish coffee from little cups. To me, there has always been something special about coffee in Sweden, and I don't know what's different, but it's the best. Maybe it incorporates very tiny amounts of secret extracts from blueberries from the Swedish forest.

I think I ran my first TioMila in 1982, and I've wondered if I could have been the first American to have run TioMila. It seems like someone else would have before then, but if so, I can't think of who it might be. Possibly Billy Wilson though. Yeah, probably Billy.

Earlier, I was out mapping, and after that I ran two TioMila day legs as re-imagined for Remarkable Flats. I picked up an imagined 43 places for my team--which is better than it sounds, because remember, I had two legs to do it with--and sent out the next runner in 34th position. The position mattered less than the fact that I finished ahead of all the Halden runners, who seemed to be constantly getting stuck in the sage and struggling in vain.

I had 11.5 kms of orienteering and was intending race pace the whole way, but it felt like I was dropping off that pace over the last few controls. I kept on trying to tell myself "it's quicker than you think" but probably I was slowing down. Next time out I will try to arrange for a fresher set of legs.

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