orienteering 4:06:00 [3] ** 23.0 km (10:42 / km)
16c weight:160lbs shoes: Icebugs
Well, much as I hate to admit losing to a large rodent, the Groundhog won (Groundhog's Revenge 6 hour Rogaine). With a less than auspicious beginning, I over-ran a turnoff to my first control (30), costing me 2-3 minutes and dropping me from among the first three or four runners who started in that direction. Fortunately for me, most of this lead group went up the wrong spur on the way to the next control (40), leaving them on the wrong side of a very deep ravine.
After that, I settled into a pretty good routine, the theme song of NPR's Weekend Edition re-circulating in my head, making a nice running rhythm. Unfortunately, I didn't remove hat & gloves soon enough and my quick pace up that first hill left me sweat-soaked with very wet hair & head. Not a good way to start in 28 degree weather, with falling temperatures and increasing winds expected.
The next 3 controls (33, 60 and 42) were mostly road running, except for the descent into the deep ravine to get 60.
Then it was a long woods leg over a high ridge to number 70, where I discovered my next catastrophic mistake... no control card. I'm guessing that it dropped almost as soon as I stuffed it back into the map case as I left control 42 ... a full 23 minutes earlier. Going back & hoping to find it was out of the question, so resigned to the fact I punched the map & headed on.
The next few legs, my navigation was dead on, as I ticked off 51, 73, 63, 21, 40 and 41. But, I was making a serious mistake... not taking in any food. By the time I climbed the steep hill from 41 toward 22, I realized I had a problem. I stopped long enough to down a granola bar & some gatorade, stuffed my hat back over my ears, put on the gloves, zipped up the jacket & braved the ridge-top winds.
I hit control 22, my 13th control out of 24 possible at exactly the 3 hour (half the time limit) mark. But, I had burned my reserves. My fingers and face refused to warm up, and I felt that my navigation was suffering. I made a classic parallel error starting down the wrong spur toward 72. With winds increasing and temperatures falling, I finally relented to the decision that had already been made for me... my body was too depleted of fuel & nothing I could do in the time remaining was going to restore enough vigor & warmth to finish sweeping the course. Going further out to pick up 72 and 62 seemed like less and less of a wise risk, so I turned back toward the lookout tower (#23).
This was the last straw, when, on reaching the tower, I realized that either
A) the control had been stolen or
B) Brad had placed the blasted thing in the observation platform, 10 or so flights up into the wind. (it turned out to be the latter). In my depleted condition, I just said forget it, and headed on to the east, swinging down a deep ravine to pick up #50, before hitting the road for the last mile plus to the hash house.
I finished in a little over 4 hours... fingers & face cold & numb but not yet frostbitten, body chilled but not yet seriously hypothermic. So, it was a good day / bad day... I should have had a fantastic run & I blew it, but on the other hand, I got in some great training, great experience, and didn't injure myself. Live and learn!
After warming up, putting on dry clothes, & having a bowl of delicious Hash House Chili, I ended up hanging around until everyone had finished, feeling well enough to help in a search if needed (fortunately not).
Thanks, Brad Hunt & American Bushwahcking Club for a very enjoyable event. Next year, its a rematch & the groundhog had better watch out!