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Well, well, well. Here we are. The end of 2020. Here is an attempt of a review of this rather strange year. Feel free to have a read, or don't, either way here goes.
We didn't get off to a good start with December illness hanging over into Jan but I was all good in time for the BOF lakes weekend and had a good laugh at the Big Weekend as ever. Recorded a really solid set of results in the phys testing and was feeling good about the impending season.
February carried on well with the highlight being the BOF week at Badaguish - some great race prep in cushy areas. The memory of this will also last as I distinctly remember chatting to Nixon about the upcoming races and we did not mention covid once and didn't even consider any race disruption. Oh how things change.
I remember the first time I really considered the potential disruption was at the ScotJOS weekend in Deeside on the 7/8th March, when Big Jon was giving us a talk about selection races and said that all of this was obviously contigent on the season going ahead. I remember thinking along the lines of what is this guy on about - there's no way that's gonna happen. I expect many thought the same. The next weekend was the middles and the CSC qualis, which turned out to be the last races for a while. Nice areas though.
I was on the loo when I saw that the British Champs and the JK had been cancelled and that was definitely the 'ah right then' moment for orienteering. We all know what happens next and now the outlook was very different.
One week into lockdown my shin starting pinging so I decided to use the situation to switch my training focus to the road bike. So for 2 months I really concentrated on the roads and had a genuinely great time getting much better at cycling hill reps (which are the most miserable thing ever) and 3/4+ hour rides. All helped by nonstop sun and empty roads - great success. I do miss the bike but it is defo a warm weather activity.
June saw me build up the running and the trip to Aviemore at the end of the month was like going to New Zealand or something - was so good to be back in proper areas and hills as well.
I had a pretty globe-trotting summer compared to the vast majority. A week in Lochinver saw some good cycling and a solid contender for run of the year with Louis to conquer Canisp and Suilven in pretty sub-par weather conditions.
August was a month packed with O. Going to the OO cup was a super holiday - brilliant areas, courses, scenery, weather, swimming and we pulled off the quarantine-avoiding escape into Switzerland afterwards and even managed to get James home. Any time you need a reliable people smuggler you know where Grace and I are. Then there was the informal training camp in the Cairngorms - another week of excellent training with some highly enjoyable cliff jumping thrown in the mix.
The selection races were a very exciting prospect and very-well organised but were a bit of a mixed bag for me, especially considering the artificially inflated importance that was attached to them in this sparse year of racing. Sprint was fine but no more, Long was solid with a great long leg, middle was an unmitigated disaster. But hey, you can't have it all.
Had a pretty chill month in September with an actual break from training before heading off down south to uni.
My 2 months in Cambridge were excellent training-wise, got into the groove of a great schedule and had some very good company for the harder stuff. Did spend a considerable amount of time getting varying levels of lost on a lot of runs but it always worked itself out in the end.
And finally, I've had a solid December which was helped by an end-of-term mini training break to reset the batteries. The sprint O and pentlands sejourns have been particular highlights.
So there we have it. 2020. My training this year has been solid and has pleasingly expanded to include much more cycling and a re-introduction of core exercises, which has definitely made a tangible impact.
But unfortunately I will, along with most of us, probably remember this year for what was missing rather than what was there. I missed regular racing around the UK. I missed getting the chance to put on the GB top again. I missed the travel around Europe to training camps and multidays. Most of all, I missed the buzz and excitement that I have grown accustomed to over the past couple of years in orienteering. I hope that this will come back some point in the future - I am genuinely optimistic that summer could potentially see the return of international racing. But if we've learnt one thing from this year, it's to not hedge your bets.
Ultimately though I did manage to go on holidays, run in varied terrain and even go abroad, which I appreciate most didn't have the chance to. So fingers crossed that this year will be a bit more normal and that we can all get back to doing what to do to the full extent with which it should be done. See you soon in some field or other, which will invariably be in the Lake District. Cos apparently that's the only race host venue left in the UK.
A quick note on distance. I ran a total of 3596.28k this year, which is very satisfying considering the cycling period of lockdown. This is equivalent to me running from my house to Nicosia - the capital of Cyprus. If anyone cares. It is also 1439 times further than how far Captain Tom walked. So how I have not yet been knighted is a genuinely baffling injustice. I look forward to this wrong being righted in 2021.