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Saturday May 20, 2017 #
12 PM
Running (Trail run) 19:42 3.21 km (6:08 / km) +3m 6:06 / km
ahr:132 max:165 shoes: VJ Irocs
Jog to the start.
Orienteering race 1:32:35 **** 13.46 km (6:53 / km) +81m 6:41 / km
ahr:150 max:168 shoes: VJ Irocs
Scottish Champs M45L: 9.8km +130m. Pretty dire, for all the wrong reasons. Basically, I stuffed up my fuelling strategy, and panicked to compound one error with three more.
I normally run second, and eat a chunk of my lunch early, but I was running first today, so didn't. Of course, the Scottish starts are later... so it was already marginal by the time I got to the start at 12:45, and by the time I actually got a start, 40 minutes later at 13:25, it had been five hours since breakfast.
I was OK on the first section in Yellowcraigs, only missing #9/213 - by 45s - (was that in the right place?) on the long run to Gullane. After turning the map, though, and running to #15, I suddenly found myself in the wrong place and with no idea what I was doing or how to relocate. I'd basically crashed, and couldn't think straight. I binned 8 minutes right there. I then panicked and dashed off to #16 (tricky) with no AP and missed it, losing 5 more minutes trying to find it; was dispirited and had no strategy to #17 (3m30s lost) and then, totally dejected, immediately did a 180 and binned another 2m30s. 19 minutes binned in four controls - disaster.
By now I was going so slowly that I had recovered a little and had realised what was going on. I switched into 'get me home' mode; from then to the end of the course I was moving slowly but only lost maybe 30s (at #29/128) in the remaining 28 minutes of running.
To add injury to insult, my gammy left knee started to ache at the 80 minute mark and by the time I finished was swollen and non-functional. I limped the 2km back to assembly, was too frozen to untie my shoelaces at the car, and finally sat, shivering, eating my lunch at a quarter to four.
Not a great day.
TRIMP 213.
Update - in 2nd place at #14 before the brain melt.
I normally run second, and eat a chunk of my lunch early, but I was running first today, so didn't. Of course, the Scottish starts are later... so it was already marginal by the time I got to the start at 12:45, and by the time I actually got a start, 40 minutes later at 13:25, it had been five hours since breakfast.
I was OK on the first section in Yellowcraigs, only missing #9/213 - by 45s - (was that in the right place?) on the long run to Gullane. After turning the map, though, and running to #15, I suddenly found myself in the wrong place and with no idea what I was doing or how to relocate. I'd basically crashed, and couldn't think straight. I binned 8 minutes right there. I then panicked and dashed off to #16 (tricky) with no AP and missed it, losing 5 more minutes trying to find it; was dispirited and had no strategy to #17 (3m30s lost) and then, totally dejected, immediately did a 180 and binned another 2m30s. 19 minutes binned in four controls - disaster.
By now I was going so slowly that I had recovered a little and had realised what was going on. I switched into 'get me home' mode; from then to the end of the course I was moving slowly but only lost maybe 30s (at #29/128) in the remaining 28 minutes of running.
To add injury to insult, my gammy left knee started to ache at the 80 minute mark and by the time I finished was swollen and non-functional. I limped the 2km back to assembly, was too frozen to untie my shoelaces at the car, and finally sat, shivering, eating my lunch at a quarter to four.
Not a great day.
TRIMP 213.
Update - in 2nd place at #14 before the brain melt.
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