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In the 1 days ending Oct 12, 2008:

activity # timemileskm+ft
  orienteering1 1:58:55 8.14(14:37) 13.1(9:05) 1135
  trail running1 10:00
  Total1 2:08:55 8.14 13.1 1135

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Sunday Oct 12, 2008 #

trail running 10:00 [2]
shoes: saloman

Hollis O'Ringen -- a few minutes warm-up before stage 1, just a little before stage 2, none before stages 3 and 4, and a very little before 5.

orienteering 22:28 [4] 2.8 km (8:01 / km) +230ft 7:08 / km
shoes: saloman

Stage 1, Beaver Brook. I'd been here once before, fall of 2005, heavy rain, also the weekend after after I was lucky I didn't smash my skull in a fall at the Monroe Trail race, took 40 stitches to sew me up but otherwise no further damage other than having to live with the name Cyclops until enough time had passed and folks forget. The main thing was no damage to my good looks.... :-)

Anyway, it was tough orienteering then, complicated forest topographically and on the thick side too. Still was today, even though today's course was on the short side because we were running 5 events today, and therefore didn't get over into the really complicated areas. But still needed to pay attention.

Good run, can't say I really missed anything, biggest loss of time was at #4 where in celebration of old-fashioned orienteering day -- my baseplate compass (does anyone else still use them and not thumb compasses?), hanging on a string tied to my wrist, and the punch (does anyone else still use them and not e-punching?) got tangled up and it took all ten of my thumbs a good 15 seconds to untangle things, while Ken Sr was waiting patiently. The rest was pretty good. Legs were not bad, still had to walk any hill of consequence if it wasn't on a trail. And I remember running up the last hill to the finish, and struggling a bit to keep going, and thinking, this is the best you are going to feel all day.

And it was!

Stage 1

orienteering 20:55 [3] 2.4 km (8:43 / km) +230ft 7:36 / km
shoes: saloman

Stage 2, different part of the same map, not such a good run, starting right from the start -- I'd watched Ken Sr start a couple of minutes in front of me, he'd looked at his map a couple of times and headed SW along the edge of the playing field. So I headed that way too, and got 30 or 40 yards in that direction before realizing that I wanted to be heading to the end of the parking lot. Oops. (Turned out Ken had misread things and was heading around the course backwards, though he corrected after he was out of sight.)

1 and 2 were ok, to 3, an unnecessary zigzag route, and executed slowly too. 4 was ok, to 5 I was unplanned and slow, just not thinking ahead enough. Rest was ok. But on a short course like this, 3 shaky legs is about 3 too many.

On the other hand, I did get to see Fly Bait (aka BP, aka my good friend Phil) at his best, or rather worst -- he hustled in to the finish, but coming from a strange direction. Pete Bundschuh asked if he'd been to the last control. Hmm. Off he went to get #7, and it must have been 3 or 4 minutes (or more?) before he returned, despite the fact that the trip over to 7 and back should have taken about a minute and a quarter. Apparently his soaring adrenaline led him to take the direct route to 7, crashing through the thick bushes, missed it, overran it, crashing through more thick bushes, all at good speed I gather, eventually circling around, relocating, and finding the control. And then at least getting back to the finish the way any sane orienteer would.

Legs were still pretty decent.

Stage 2.

orienteering 20:26 [3] 2.1 km (9:44 / km) +118ft 8:58 / km
shoes: saloman

Now onto new maps for the rest of the day, at least for me. Stage 3 was a mile up the road, Hollis Elementary School and surrounding forest.

Not a good run at all. Picked up the map, there's not much on it, scale is 1:3,000, but boy was it hard to read, especially hard to figure out where the course went, hard just to figure out where #1 was. And then generally didn't have a lot of faith in the map, knowing it was made with a USGS base didn't help the confidence.

Slow getting to 1, slow getting to 2, very slow getting to 4, nailed by a single strand of barbed wire hanging from a tree on the way to 5. Somewhat crappy woods so I took a way-around route to 7, lost a few seconds to Ken Sr. 8 and 9 were ok, really had to search the map to locate 10, got there ok but had trouble spotting the control. 11 was ok, but then should have gone left of the school to the finish.

And all the way the running was getting more of a struggle.

The excitement happened shortly after I finished, I think it was Samantha came running by, someone's hurt, the hill coming down from 8, Dean is with him, he needs help. So Lex (a real doctor) and Charlie (an EMT) and several others head off to help. And the word is it's Erik who is down, Erik Nystrom, the Swedish exchange student staying with Charlie and Rhonda, just a great kid and a real good orienteer too. And the word is he is hurt pretty bad.

Up at the scene Erik is lying on the slope, clearly in pain. Lex checks him out, off with the shoe very carefully, out with the brace, wraps up the ankle good enough to protect it on the trip out, and then a couple of the strong young guys (Ross and ?) carry Erik the 100 yards or so out to the road. And then Erik is on his back and getting iced, and Lex is worried he may have broken his tibia, and then before long Charlie and Rhonda are packing things up to head home and get Erik to an X-ray machine someplace near home.

And Phil and I head off to stage 4, feeling really bad for Erik, and probably each of us also a little glad it wasn't us. Because there are any number of times in this sport that it could be.

Stage 3.

Note: I called up Erik about dinnertime. He seemed to be doing better, certainly in better spirits. No fractures, a bad sprain, but he said someone had told him maybe two weeks and then he could be active again. Which is a lot better than it looked like it would be. And he also said to thank all the folks that helped -- part of the reason he felt so bad at the time was he was just scared, didn't know how bad he had hurt himself.

orienteering 31:49 [2] 3.0 km (10:36 / km) +230ft 9:30 / km
shoes: saloman

Stage 4, another mile up the road, Hollis Town Forest. Getting to be midday, getting warmer. Legs definitely feeling tired, and I hadn't even started yet.

And this run was the worst yet. Missed 2 a little, missed 3, I'm sure something is fishy with the map or the control was in the wrong place, ran up the spur a little less than the distance I thought was needed, then dropped off to the right, no sign of a control. Eventually found it about 40 or 50 meters back. And then 4, nailed the small depression, except no control. Looked back in the bigger depression to the southwest, nothing there, wandered northeast, soon spotted it high on the hillside in a little wrinkle in the slope, by no stretch of the imagination a depression. Oh, well. Actually it would be more accurate to say I was quite pissed, seem to have lost my ability to take bogus controls with a grain of salt....

Onward, and now for probably both mental and physical reasons the legs were totally dead. Got the next few ok, just really slow. Muffed 9 a little, there's an extra small vague spur before the control and I did a careful look around it before heading on to the correct one. And then in and done, and really done.

An hour or so to rest up for the chase, and not looking forward to it at all.

Stage 4.

orienteering 23:17 [3] 2.8 km (8:19 / km) +328ft 7:03 / km
shoes: saloman

And then across the road, Woodmont Orchard and Silver Lake SP, chase start for anyone within 35 minutes of the leader (Ross), I think maybe 9 of us. Another 10 or 15 in the mass start?

Not real eager to go, very tired. But not about to pass....

And a better run than expected, did some walking but also ran a little better than expected. And just one mistake.

Ok to 1, ditto to 2, 3, and 4 although there was a good bit of walking as I angled up the slopes. Nailed 5, except, oops, it turned out to be 6, so then had to try a second time, not so easy in the apple orchard, couldn't see so far, unless you realized, which I didn't, that the special object was the little tower sticking up above the apple trees. But I got it anyway, and then weaved back through to trees to 6. To 7 wasn't fun, but I ran all the way up the hill, and in fact ran all the rest of the way, and nailed them all, or pretty close to that. So a better way to finish up the day.

And won an award, for the oldest finisher. Certainly one I'd prefer not to win.

Don't know why the legs felt better on this one. Even afterwards, didn't feel nearly so beat.

Thanks to Lex and Pete Bundschuh for their great inspiration and execution, also to all their helpers, and also to whoever arranged the perfect weather. A day not to be missed, as predicted.

Stage 5.


Stopped at JJ's on the way home. Actually stopped at DD first to get a couple of bagels, and I was surprised how loose my legs felt. Not that I wasn't tired, but I didn't feel so bent over and sore as usual after a race (or 5).

Got to JJ's, Phil had 45 minutes or so of work to do with him on the Mt. Tom map for the A meet in two weeks, so I, and this may be hard to believe, pulled out the yoga mat from the car and retreated to an empty room and had a very pleasant 20 or 30 minutes of a variety of loosening and stretching and posturing, though no attempts at balancing, and all with the added benefit of no one watching. Felt great. :-)

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