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Sunday Oct 5, 2008 #
Event: Hudson Highlander
Note
So the main news from the Highlander that the world is waiting for is the results of the great jump-off.
The details -- I finished the Highlander and wisely determined that if I did not jump right away, before I stiffened up, than any jump was going to be more like a step, with a possible distance of at most 2 feet. So I recruited Ross as the official in charge, with Wyatt as his assistant, and we marked off the starting line in the dirt down by the dumpster, an appropriate place it seemed, and then I backed up, took a running start, still barely able to do that, and let loose, good distance, except it seemed I foot-faulted by at least 6 inches.
Backed up again, another great leap, damn, another foot-fault, this time by 8 inches. I claimed, with some truth, that I couldn't see the line, so Wyatt marked it with a couple of sticks. That was better. One more huge leap, and this one was both fair and far.
Time to measure. I lay down on my back, the jump was clearly longer than my length, first goal achieved. Ross made it official, my height plus 6", or 6' 0.5". A PR, at least in the last 20 years. I was psyched. Big cheers from the spectators.
While we settled down to wait for Barb to show, there were various other jumpers (Ross, Joe, JJ), some good, some not so good, but under the rules of the competition all totally unofficial. I was in the lead and feeling good.
Eventually Barb showed up, we intercepted her and Dave as they were heading out on the final loop on the Pole Brook map. She was all business, a quick approach, a mighty leap, virtually into another zip code, the final distance recorded as my distance plus twice the length of my shoe plus another 2 inches, for a total (as I now measure my shoe) of 8' 2". And then zip, she was off to Pole Brook, leaving the rest of us stunned. Except for me. I knew she could out-jump me, and I had my second place.
The details -- I finished the Highlander and wisely determined that if I did not jump right away, before I stiffened up, than any jump was going to be more like a step, with a possible distance of at most 2 feet. So I recruited Ross as the official in charge, with Wyatt as his assistant, and we marked off the starting line in the dirt down by the dumpster, an appropriate place it seemed, and then I backed up, took a running start, still barely able to do that, and let loose, good distance, except it seemed I foot-faulted by at least 6 inches.
Backed up again, another great leap, damn, another foot-fault, this time by 8 inches. I claimed, with some truth, that I couldn't see the line, so Wyatt marked it with a couple of sticks. That was better. One more huge leap, and this one was both fair and far.
Time to measure. I lay down on my back, the jump was clearly longer than my length, first goal achieved. Ross made it official, my height plus 6", or 6' 0.5". A PR, at least in the last 20 years. I was psyched. Big cheers from the spectators.
While we settled down to wait for Barb to show, there were various other jumpers (Ross, Joe, JJ), some good, some not so good, but under the rules of the competition all totally unofficial. I was in the lead and feeling good.
Eventually Barb showed up, we intercepted her and Dave as they were heading out on the final loop on the Pole Brook map. She was all business, a quick approach, a mighty leap, virtually into another zip code, the final distance recorded as my distance plus twice the length of my shoe plus another 2 inches, for a total (as I now measure my shoe) of 8' 2". And then zip, she was off to Pole Brook, leaving the rest of us stunned. Except for me. I knew she could out-jump me, and I had my second place.
Note
In secondary news, the Highland was won by Will Hawkins and Erin Olafsen. A wonderful course, the men's classic from WOC '93, plus a trail run, plus another 7 km or so on Pole Brook. Thanks to HVO (and especially Daniel Schaublin and Paul Bennett) for both the inspiration and the execution.
orienteering 4:27:17 [3]
Highlander. About as good as I can do, no more than a minute of mistakes. 13th. Best was Will in just over 3:30, then Ross in 3:52. I kept careful count and fell 22 times. I was told since that was less then one per kilometer that I clearly wasn't running hard enough. One fall was bad, relatively early on, head first downhill, caught a log hard on my right upper quad, quite sore the rest of the way but not limiting, just had to get over it.
Injury report:
Big toe -- a little swollen and sore, but not terrible, and to be expected these days given the abuse.
Shins -- hardly a scrape despite no gaiters, a side benefit of moving so slowly.
Right quad -- no visible damage but very very sore.
Left knee -- a little sore on the inside where I got it at Valley Forge, but should be OK.
Arms/triceps -- no problem, despite the falls.
Chafing -- only problem was forgetting to tape the nipples, so they are a little tender.
Overall -- seems like nothing that won't heal pretty quickly.
Saturday: 3/6 (ygo)
Sunday: 1/6 (y)
Injury report:
Big toe -- a little swollen and sore, but not terrible, and to be expected these days given the abuse.
Shins -- hardly a scrape despite no gaiters, a side benefit of moving so slowly.
Right quad -- no visible damage but very very sore.
Left knee -- a little sore on the inside where I got it at Valley Forge, but should be OK.
Arms/triceps -- no problem, despite the falls.
Chafing -- only problem was forgetting to tape the nipples, so they are a little tender.
Overall -- seems like nothing that won't heal pretty quickly.
Saturday: 3/6 (ygo)
Sunday: 1/6 (y)