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Wednesday Jun 27, 2018 #
6 PM
Orienteering 12:15 [2] 1.23 km (9:58 / km) +5m 9:45 / km
shoes: Hoka Speedgoat 2
Jog around the Yellow course at Doune Ponds with Eilidh
What a cracking evening! Last WEE of the series at Doune Ponds - Beccy went out first and I got to go around the Yellow with Eilidh. If she put half as much effort into running as she does into talking...! Still, she has got the hang of orientating her map, at last, and was even remembering the control descriptions. Getting there.
What a cracking evening! Last WEE of the series at Doune Ponds - Beccy went out first and I got to go around the Yellow with Eilidh. If she put half as much effort into running as she does into talking...! Still, she has got the hang of orientating her map, at last, and was even remembering the control descriptions. Getting there.
Orienteering 35:59 *** 5.67 km (6:21 / km) +49m 6:05 / km
ahr:148 max:171 shoes: Salomon Speedtrak 2017
Jase had planned a cracking end to the WEE series for us. The first half of the 4.5 green course was Norwegian map memory, whilst for the second half we had the opportunity to use an experimentally coloured map as part of a PhD study.
It has been 20 years since I ran Norwegian map memory - and it was great fun! I have to say that it helped a lot that I knew the area very well, but it did make me think hard about what information I had to take in and remember when planning my route from one control to the next. I was a bit hesitant on a couple and meandered around in the circle, but didn't lose too much time. For the second part, I got a map where the open was white and the open forest was green; paths were grey rather than black. I found it very hard to see the wee grey paths in the light green runnable wood but, other than that, it was easy enough.
Had had a really enjoyable run and was thundering along to the finish when I ran past a woman with her kids and her small dog, not on a lead. It went for me. She tried to get it. It went for me again, I shouted at it and ran past. She couldn't grab it and it went for me again as I was running away, and got caught under my foot as I was bringing it through, and it took a right bash in the head. I stumbled, swore, ran on to the finish and came back, to find the lady rushing up to me cradling her moppet, claiming that I'd kicked it deliberately. It's not often that I lose the plot, but I yelled at the woman - in retrospect, I regret that, at least - told her that her dog attacked me, I had just been running, and I had never kicked a dog in anger in my life. Then I stomped off, still fuming. Unbelievable. How to ruin a very enjoyable run. Dogs that cannot be controlled should be kept on a lead at all times. What if it had been Esme Finch running past the dog, and it had gone for her? Still cross about it now, two hours later. TRIMP 77.8.
It has been 20 years since I ran Norwegian map memory - and it was great fun! I have to say that it helped a lot that I knew the area very well, but it did make me think hard about what information I had to take in and remember when planning my route from one control to the next. I was a bit hesitant on a couple and meandered around in the circle, but didn't lose too much time. For the second part, I got a map where the open was white and the open forest was green; paths were grey rather than black. I found it very hard to see the wee grey paths in the light green runnable wood but, other than that, it was easy enough.
Had had a really enjoyable run and was thundering along to the finish when I ran past a woman with her kids and her small dog, not on a lead. It went for me. She tried to get it. It went for me again, I shouted at it and ran past. She couldn't grab it and it went for me again as I was running away, and got caught under my foot as I was bringing it through, and it took a right bash in the head. I stumbled, swore, ran on to the finish and came back, to find the lady rushing up to me cradling her moppet, claiming that I'd kicked it deliberately. It's not often that I lose the plot, but I yelled at the woman - in retrospect, I regret that, at least - told her that her dog attacked me, I had just been running, and I had never kicked a dog in anger in my life. Then I stomped off, still fuming. Unbelievable. How to ruin a very enjoyable run. Dogs that cannot be controlled should be kept on a lead at all times. What if it had been Esme Finch running past the dog, and it had gone for her? Still cross about it now, two hours later. TRIMP 77.8.