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Saturday Sep 21, 2013 #
1 PM
Run race ((orienteering)) 50:37 [4] *** 5.9 km (8:35 / km) +220m 7:14 / km
spiked:18/22c
NSW Middle Championships. Hopefully I've got all this season's disasters out of the way in one day (although the ongoing consequences will cause trouble tomorrow, at least).
It was hardly an auspicious start when I missed a turn on the way out of Newcastle and thus undertook a detailed exploration of the back streets of Wallsend. The absent-mindedness continued at the start - I didn't notice it was a punching start and was heading off until the starter called me back. (As it turned out this was a run I would have preferred to have had wiped from the record books). Was feeling a bit weak and vague at the start, drifted in mid-leg on 3 and then missed a couple of minutes on the bingoish control (a ditch in the green about as big as a wheel rut).
Settled down after that, both technically and physically, and ran the next sector of the course decently well. Screwed up again on 12, though, misreading a track/long knoll combination and thus missing a gap in the green I was aiming for - probably about 1-1.5 minutes there. Ben went through me there, but I got back onto him when he missed 14 - only to trip on a vine and crash at high speed (high speed for me, anyway) on the way down into 15. I was lucky to land on reasonably forgiving ground but it still winded me badly - had to walk for a minute or so and was in a bit of a daze for the rest of the course. The final technical indignity was at 21, the second-last - I went across one too many gullies, ended up at the last control, and then missed it again coming back. (It turned out I wasn't starting the leg from where I thought I had - 20 was about 50 metres too low). And just to cap the day off, I had another fall (a hole this time) in the finish chute....
For a while it looked like I was going to come last but three late finishers saved me that indignity, at least. Think 43-44 was doable with a reasonable run and 41 with a good one, which I would have settled for (Shep won in 35).
The end result looks to have been bruised ribs - and I'm lucky that I got out of it that lightly - at the speed I was moving, I'm pretty sure any rocks or logs in the way would have meant something broken. Still doesn't feel good, and I suspect I'm a doubtful starter tomorrow, at best.
It was hardly an auspicious start when I missed a turn on the way out of Newcastle and thus undertook a detailed exploration of the back streets of Wallsend. The absent-mindedness continued at the start - I didn't notice it was a punching start and was heading off until the starter called me back. (As it turned out this was a run I would have preferred to have had wiped from the record books). Was feeling a bit weak and vague at the start, drifted in mid-leg on 3 and then missed a couple of minutes on the bingoish control (a ditch in the green about as big as a wheel rut).
Settled down after that, both technically and physically, and ran the next sector of the course decently well. Screwed up again on 12, though, misreading a track/long knoll combination and thus missing a gap in the green I was aiming for - probably about 1-1.5 minutes there. Ben went through me there, but I got back onto him when he missed 14 - only to trip on a vine and crash at high speed (high speed for me, anyway) on the way down into 15. I was lucky to land on reasonably forgiving ground but it still winded me badly - had to walk for a minute or so and was in a bit of a daze for the rest of the course. The final technical indignity was at 21, the second-last - I went across one too many gullies, ended up at the last control, and then missed it again coming back. (It turned out I wasn't starting the leg from where I thought I had - 20 was about 50 metres too low). And just to cap the day off, I had another fall (a hole this time) in the finish chute....
For a while it looked like I was going to come last but three late finishers saved me that indignity, at least. Think 43-44 was doable with a reasonable run and 41 with a good one, which I would have settled for (Shep won in 35).
The end result looks to have been bruised ribs - and I'm lucky that I got out of it that lightly - at the speed I was moving, I'm pretty sure any rocks or logs in the way would have meant something broken. Still doesn't feel good, and I suspect I'm a doubtful starter tomorrow, at best.