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Training Log Archive: BorisGr

In the 7 days ending May 15:

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  Orienteering1 53:04 4.27(12:26) 6.87(7:43) 214
  Total1 53:04 4.27(12:26) 6.87(7:43) 214

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Sunday May 15 #

11 AM

Orienteering 53:04 [3] 4.27 mi (12:26 / mi) +214m 10:45 / mi
ahr:152 max:187

Tuesday May 10 #

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(injured) (sick) (rest day)

This has been a hell of a trip.

Positives: seeing friends. Ross, Sam, Cristina, Erin N*, Andrew Q, Emily K, Marie A, Mats T, Salman, Sara L. Never enough time to properly see everyone, but so good to see friendly faces for the first time in a long while!

* Did US observers see Erin's excellent return to international orienteering, helping her Farum Tisvilde to a 36th place finish?

Positives: Tiomila! I mean, the whole experience was magical, as it always is. Doing commentary with Cristina is a pleasure. Watching the races unfold is always fun. But being on the mic and making the call as the Linne boys win their first Tiomila after 20 years of trying - very little can beat that! So much emotion all around, and so much pride in seeing them reach this dream, after watching up close as it grew and developed and came up just short in many heartbreaking ways for over a decade. Huge congratulations to the whole club! Make no mistake about it - it's not 10 guys who won Tiomila, it's the dozens (scores? hundreds?) of others involved from day one. The runners challenging for spots on the first team, pushing each other to perform better, the older runners who have given way to the youth, but support through coaching mentoring, organizing, the entire club support system that deals with logistics, travel, scheduling, food, alarm clocks, and the numerous other behind-the-scenes activities that you don't see in the broadcast.

Negatives: Dislocating my shoulder on Lunsen on Thursday. That was not a good idea. I was running well, enjoying Lunsen and loving the map. Then suddenly I was on the ground and could immediately tell that the shoulder was out. It had happened a couple of times before, but had always popped right back in by itself. This time it didn't. I tried to put it back in, but as I did, my field of vision narrowed, and I thought that if I succeeded, I would black out from the pain and just keep lying there in a remote Lunsen marsh. So I limped the 3.5 km back to the parking lot.

Albin made an honest attempt to put the shoulder back in, but by then the muscles had stiffened so much, that it likely wasn't possible without muscle relaxants. So off to the hospital I went. They offered to cut my GrizO jersey off of me. Over my dead body.

The X-Ray was probably the most painful part, as I had to hold up the arm at a weird angle, and the technician took ages to put me in position. But luckily, nothing was broken, and the doctor pumped me full of muscle relaxants and gently put my arm back in place.

Negatives: (Well, positives really) My Covid test at Arlanda when Cristina dropped off my exhausted self to check in for my flight back home. After eluding Covid for 2+ years of following full precautions at home, one trip to Sweden erased all of that. Fever, headache, dizziness, weakness, cough, sore throat, you name it. So I am hanging out in a hotel at Arlanda until further notice. Multiple kind people have offered to take me in, but it doesn't feel right, mostly for selfish reasons. So here I am, feeling incredibly stupid and reckless.

TBC

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