Orienteering 2:21:16 [5] 19.66 km (7:11 / km) +550m 6:18 / km
shoes: Inov8 Roiclite 285 - Red
Euromeeting Long - 17.2km
A Scottish 17km it should be noted. Not some sort of Swedish 17km.
I started alright, got 1 well, 2 was a little sketchy but okay, 3 was fine just figuring out which hill it was on. And suddenly Roar pops in to punch just after me, having started 2mins ahead of me. Cool.
4 was going fine, planning ahead, nearly miss the junction a few times. But towards the end, while I knew exactly where I was, I found the hsape of the marsh in front of it a bit funny and thought I could have overshot. Turned back but hit the forest, realised and turned to see Roar going in to get it, damn.
Evidently a bad route to 5, staying left in the open, avoiding the marsh, meant Roar left me, even though I thought I saw him on the road behind me... and Hugh (+2mins) and Phillip Schiel (-1min) catch me. The next loop is fine, Hugh and I split from the Austrian crossing the marsh to 8, and I start to feel strong enough. Roar has left 8 as we go into it, so I pick it up a small bit ti catch him at 9. Take some water with me, and sit in behind the others to 10 as I look ahead a little. Out of 10 I decide to pick it up for the Long leg. It may be 17km, but we can't chill too much. We hit the open though and I realise how pointless this was, these marshes are about getting through, not picking up the pace...
Hit 11 fine with Hugh and Phillip, we've dropped Roar now. 12 goes nicely. I go over a little open to 13 but need to open up a little to make sure the others don't lose me on the path and we join up at the other side of the lake. I stick to the forested hill entering the control though and get slightly better runnability, so I'm alone for a moment. Hit the marsh to 14 and feeling quite strong again. This is a nice feeling. Why doesn't this happen more often?
There's Mikka Suoimenen (-3min) ahead of me. Dude, I just caught a Finnish guy. Waddafak. Nice one. Pick it up a little across the marsh to make sure I actually do catch him. And Hugh and Phillip come with. I pick some water up at 14 and carry it with me again. Sit in behind Mikka and some random dude as I try to fix my water-bottle, but I relocate near the control and see them making a small slip, but they correct, me too. He seriously picks it up on these short legs (I'm starting to think he doesn't like me), and I'm like wooot. But I keep on going and he drifts away. We finish the short ones and he's gone. I decide to go around to 19. But I'm disorientated and hit the wrong track. Puzzled, I'm thankful I've Hugh just behind me as he wigs what's happened. Up and over the hill, 1min lost. Re-join Phillip having dropped him after 14. Dang. But who cares, my legs are still having fun.
Up the top again and around the tracks to 20, chill the timed-out crossing point as I swap my descriptions around. Into the forest towards the spectator, navigating fine, and here comes the train. Me and Hugh, are passed by Yngve Skogsted and soon a stampede comes chasing him, about 40secs down. Swiss dude, Cristophe Prunshce (German), Jamie Stevenson (GBR), and OBT (France). Damn they look good, but no point trying to hang on. I accidentally navigate to 33 instead of 24, but I see 24 so it's all good. The train are drinking but they've left before I arrive. I grab water. It's just me and Hugh in behind again. Isia Basset joins us on the women's loop (same few controls). Now realise my legs are starting to chill as Isia does most of the work and I'm happy to navigate behind her. We split on the way to 27 as the men have a long loop. Slightly dreading this, I know it could kill me.
Here we go. Down the hill, and I still feel alright, we get to the forest and I'm doing alright still, oh no, what's happened Hugh, I've just dropped him. Crazy. Must keep powering on if I'm gonna take those 2mins back though. Shit, I'm tired actually now. Keep going. New Finnish guy passes me. Dayum he's moving well. Into 27, cool. up to 28, down to 29, miss here, that hill is weird brah. But 30 is where it hits. I feel the pain as I try to hang on to another Austrian and Finnish, let them go. Don't read map, just keep height, run, and read map when the hill bends. It'll work Colm. Run, walk, run, walk. Legs dying. No, so close. The hill bends. Hey, that's Jamie Stevenson again. "233?" "Yeah, somewhere here" "I've been looking for ages" "I think we're close but I'm too tired to read the map. Oh, there it is below us". Cooooll.
New train goes through. Damn that's Conor, and that's Kev. Well they've beaten me. I follow track to 31, and go around to the re-entrant to get to 32, totally runnable hill, but I walk anyway out of death. Make it through.
Get to the run-in. Just make it look like you're striding in Colm. You're not tired, I swear. Really you're not.
Oh thank god it's over.
Surprised I lasted that long, actually quite happy with my long distance fitness. It isn't there, but at least I lasted. Training time dudes. Seriously, I could do this shit maybe.