POM, day 1, M75. 2.9 km, 26:10. Such a pleasure. Last time I orienteered in Europe was in 2015, Scottish 6-day, walked in after a couple of controls after a calf crapped out on me, plus a sore back that was of long-term concern. Never expected to be back.
But life is full of surprises, and some of them are even good, even at this age. Since I've started to do little bits of orienteering again, the thought has crossed my mind that another Europe O' trip might be possible. But if so, even that would be under my new rules of engagement -- first priority is not to get hurt, second is to not skip a control, and third is in general to ratchet the competitiveness down, way down.
A trip to Portugal became a possibility late last year. Rhonda/Charlie and Leslie/George were going, and Margi/Phil were interested, and, well, how about Gail/me? Why not. So we made plans, and I upped my running training to 5 miles a week (on a good week), and we entered the event. Key word there is "we" -- an entry for Gail, too. Last time she orienteered at all was 2015.
Today was marvelous. Everyone finished with distinction. I had a good run/walk, just a minute wasted at #4, no big deal. Just really happy to make it around with no skipped controls and no ailments. Get to go at it again tomorrow.
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