Wednesday, 03 June

I'm at Brázda, in the middle of the big rough open area. Weather is changing rapidly, we had a thunderstorm an hour ago, then the sun was shining, and it's getting worse again.

I'm collecting controls after the Czech long 'nomináčky'. I have to pick 13 of the 30 controls. Planned to run 2 hours. No compass as usual. Awesome stuff! After the torrential rain, nothing can disturb me. I'm going to enjoy every minute of it.

I can hear the T-storm coming from the west. I don't mind. In fact, it's not just a normal thunderstorm, ice is also falling. In under a minute, I'm totally wet. The only thing, that bothers me is that I have no idea, where I am. The only thing I know, that the Brázda tower is to the west. After some 20 minutes in the thunderstorm, I get back to my 3rd control (was looking for the 5th). Missing another 2-3 minutes until getting to the 5th.

Life is still wonderful.

Rain has stopped. The sun has come out, but not for long. Ice is coming once again. I'm almost spot on to the 6th. But shit happens once again, as I drop another 10 minutes to 7. Not managing to follow the plan, going the wrong direction on one of the ridges. At least I know, where I am. The thickets are very wet, I get a cold shower every 2 minutes. Who cares.

Getting all the other controls without major mistakes. Running with 13 control stands in a super-nice forest. Just 1,5 k to go. Really regretting it. At last, I meet Radek, he is relieved, that he can go home. I'm not. I would stay forever. I would like to lose my way every day. Because of myself. Then you know, you still have limits. No perfect race.

That's why I love orienteering.

A bejegyzés trackback címe:

Kommentek:

A hozzászólások a vonatkozó jogszabályok  értelmében felhasználói tartalomnak minősülnek, értük a szolgáltatás technikai  üzemeltetője semmilyen felelősséget nem vállal, azokat nem ellenőrzi. Kifogás esetén forduljon a blog szerkesztőjéhez. Részletek a  Felhasználási feltételekben és az adatvédelmi tájékoztatóban.