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Monday Sep 26, 2016 #
Note
Missed Rockgympa tonight. Probably would have been a bad idea just based on how much soreness exists in my quads after the long distance anyway.
My SMS to Johan read : "Hej Mr. I was too ambitious with my planning. We are back from the US, but I asked Sam to open the gym and bring the things... I will stay at work for some more hours :( i hope that is okay."
Johan's reply: "That sounds like my Ross ;) And it's okey"
I feel like anyone lucky enough to have people like Sam and Johan in their life is lucky indeed.
My SMS to Johan read : "Hej Mr. I was too ambitious with my planning. We are back from the US, but I asked Sam to open the gym and bring the things... I will stay at work for some more hours :( i hope that is okay."
Johan's reply: "That sounds like my Ross ;) And it's okey"
I feel like anyone lucky enough to have people like Sam and Johan in their life is lucky indeed.
Sunday Sep 25, 2016 #
9 AM
orienteering race 19:53 [5] 4.0 km (4:58 / km)
Winsplits
Routegadget
Sprint number one on the day! I have felt fresher than this before most sprint races in my life, to put it mildly. The plantar fasciitis in my left heel was feeling tender and my quads didn't really want to uncringe after the last couple of days of racing. However, I didn't really sweat it, I focused on the thought that the soreness would disappear when the race started and that I just needed to go have a clean race.
That prospect disappeared immediately after the race began. I very quickly found the triangle and the first control on the map, and saw a clever shortcut through the cemetery that kept really close to the line. I was pleased, and started running without having finished the planning on the leg. It took me too long to recognize that the flag was actually on the backside of the long building, and by the time I came to grips with this disaster I decided that cutting left around the compound was the lesser of two evils. As I punched, I saw Nick coming into the control. Okay, so 1 minute lost.
Doesn't help to give in to discouragement while in the middle of a race. So I kept pushing as best I could. Nick rolled through me at a steady pace, passing me when I hesitated in the circle at 7 (eyes just failing at that point), and it wasn't too long before Damian caught us (on the way to 8), at which point Nick seemed to pick up a gear, leaving me farther and farther behind. I could sense Will behind me, and did my best to fend him off, but just didn't have the speed even when navigating very cleanly for most of the race.
The route to 19 was interesting I thought, and I think I chose a good line down to the field and to the cliff. And for the most part I am satisfied with how I shook off the terrible start and got back into the race. Given how unhappy my legs were feeling, that is the top speed that I could have expected from myself. Great to see the speed that Damian and Will and Greg showed out there. Something to aspire to!
Routegadget
Sprint number one on the day! I have felt fresher than this before most sprint races in my life, to put it mildly. The plantar fasciitis in my left heel was feeling tender and my quads didn't really want to uncringe after the last couple of days of racing. However, I didn't really sweat it, I focused on the thought that the soreness would disappear when the race started and that I just needed to go have a clean race.
That prospect disappeared immediately after the race began. I very quickly found the triangle and the first control on the map, and saw a clever shortcut through the cemetery that kept really close to the line. I was pleased, and started running without having finished the planning on the leg. It took me too long to recognize that the flag was actually on the backside of the long building, and by the time I came to grips with this disaster I decided that cutting left around the compound was the lesser of two evils. As I punched, I saw Nick coming into the control. Okay, so 1 minute lost.
Doesn't help to give in to discouragement while in the middle of a race. So I kept pushing as best I could. Nick rolled through me at a steady pace, passing me when I hesitated in the circle at 7 (eyes just failing at that point), and it wasn't too long before Damian caught us (on the way to 8), at which point Nick seemed to pick up a gear, leaving me farther and farther behind. I could sense Will behind me, and did my best to fend him off, but just didn't have the speed even when navigating very cleanly for most of the race.
The route to 19 was interesting I thought, and I think I chose a good line down to the field and to the cliff. And for the most part I am satisfied with how I shook off the terrible start and got back into the race. Given how unhappy my legs were feeling, that is the top speed that I could have expected from myself. Great to see the speed that Damian and Will and Greg showed out there. Something to aspire to!
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Saturday Sep 24, 2016 #
12 PM