Tuesday 25 June 2013

A broken dream


I remember being at World Champs in Tampere 2001 watching and wondering how it would feel to run there. Home champs are special, you always have a bit of advantage by knowing the terrain type and having the crowds at your side cheering and supporting you. Everyone wants to live it. When Vuokatti got its champs it was obvious that every top orienteer in Finland wanted to run there and made everything to fulfil their dreams. Me included. But the places are few and the game is hard.

I focused mainly on the long distance because I knew it would suit me and I had trained hard for it. I knew my shape was good and I knew I could orienteer there. I really had it in my hands but after a good start (2nd, only 5 sec behind Anni-Maija after 14 min of running) I fell asleep for a second and lost myself while heading towards a road, got confused and lost the grip totally on that leg. One single simplified leg that destroyed the whole dream. I lost over 4min there but gathered myself and made a good run after that (at least something to be proud of). Rest of the course went well but I lost some time when I had to return and re-punch control 5 and also on route choices at the end of the course by running through marshes on legs 16-17 and 17-18. I was 4th and not selected. Only 3 best get to run. Last year I was 3rd and also not selected. But this time it hit a lot harder because I was in much better shape and I really had a chance and capacity.

I feel empty. This was my biggest dream and it certainly takes a while to get over it...

I also feel sorry for those who made the results but not into the team. Life isn't always fair.


Tuesday 11 June 2013

Touring


So I screwed up NORT but it was still a good week in many ways. I got what I wanted: international race starts, more routine, and confidence in my abilities. I wanted to run well the forest races but didn't expect much of the sprints. Ended up doing 3 decent sprint races (practically clean, only a few bad route choices) but underperformed big time in the forest. In Norway I still felt tired from a recent training camp and a few sleepless nights before the race didn't help much. Still I could have done quite well if I hadn't lost 3 minutes in total on two controls (3 and 10). When the tour came to Finland I was feeling better and had a really good start in the sprint qualification (10th after the first part) but after some hesitation and a slower route choice I lost 8 places at the end. In the final I lost over a minute on two legs (3 and 11) and didn't get many bonus seconds there. So when it came to the chase I was further down on the list than I had hoped for.

You should perhaps watch the GPS tracking of the chasing start to follow my description of the last race. Just to make it clear, I'm not very proud of it. But here we go.

I started 20th, nearly 12 minutes behind Simone, but in almost reachable distance from the top10. Maybe top15 had been more realistic but because ALL I WANT IS EVERYTHING I went all out right from the start. Maybe a bit too aggressively, but I could still read the details on the hillside on the way to control 1. Path, crag, vague re-entrant, gray hilltop, a distinct bolder, gray crag on the left side and track above it. Last look at the compass and down towards the control site behind the open rock. There it is! I check the code just before punching. 45. WTF?? I should have 31. I realize something has gone really wrong and suddenly I have absolutely no idea where I am. I know I've just been to the gray crag but can't understand what has happened after that. I try to read in but get stressed about other runners coming from all directions. I make a vague (but correct) guess about the location and continue. But it's only a guess and I'm LIVIN' ON A PRAYER that I'll find my control some 100m further. But no, I'm in such a hurry that I just slightly miss it. "Ok I wasn't where I thought I was, so where am I??" Again, without a second thought, I get an impulsive idea that I'm by the cliffs just below my control and I should follow them up (in reality I'm about 20m southeast of the control). I climb up along the steep edge but find there no control whatsoever. I'm too stressed to think logically and make another ridiculous guess that I'm by the re-entrant just 20m north of the control and go on further to south. I find a control in a re-entrant (100m north from control 2) that mimics the control site I'm searching but the code is wrong again. Another DAMNED attempt. THIS AINT A LOVE SONG but I should KEEP THE FAITH and continue. I look around and realize that I have to be on the open rocks between controls 1 and 2. So back again. "IF THAT'S WHAT IT TAKES, that's what I'll do". I check the places I've already been to, I check the big cliffs in the hillside below me, and once more I check the code of the control I've been to. 45. My race starts to taste like BITTER WINE. Suddenly it's all quiet in the forest. Others girls in the chase are long gone and I'm all-alone in empty forest feeling like an ARMY OF ONE. Finally I give myself enough time to figure it all out and pick the hiding control without a problem. It laughs at me and says NO APOLOGIES. It's taken over 9 minutes to find it and I know that I'm out of the game. So "WHAT ABOUT NOW?" I ask myself. "Should I quit or should I continue?" "WHO SAYS YOU CAN'T GO HOME?" "IT'S MY LIFE after all". "Ne-ver give up" shouts the other half of my brain, the fighter me, and tells me and my stupid ego to go on. BECAUSE WE CAN it assures me. Sometimes that's the best way to make up your mistakes. To continue and do it properly again. But sometimes if you're mentally broken it's just BAD MEDICINE. Nevertheless I decide to go on for a while and see how it goes. "HAVE A NICE DAY" the control shouts sarcastically when I ran off. Fuck you too. When I come to the butterflies the terrain turns to a real nightmare. Like I hadn't had enough already! I've lost my racing spirit long ago but seeing a few fellow runners (most of them one loop ahead) feels comforting. I catch a Swedish girl to control 13 and let myself to hang the next leg. But it clearly isn't my day and we end up making a 2 min mistake on that one. I realize it's better to continue alone in order to stay focused. A few controls later I see Emma Klingenberg, which is quite a surprise (she went out 10th). I don't pay much attention to her (she has clearly had even worse day than I) and after a while I'm alone again. When I come to the map change I see an empty stand and hear Annika Billstam coming to the finish. Oh crap. It's quite depressing and I hesitate whether to run the last loop. Our team doc gives me a bottle of sports drink and says that I've kept a good pace since the big mistake in the beginning. She persuades me to continue and so I do. I'm tired but not dead tired and I can now slow down a bit when there's no one to race against. I pick the rest of the controls without a problem but feel still somewhat embarrassed when running into finish. I hope that the speaker wouldn’t notice me but he does and surprises me by telling that I'm 21st. That's only one place down where I started. What the hell has happened to all those girls who passed me in the beginning?? It has been an awful race but at least I got SOMETHING FOR THE PAIN. Maybe I was 8-10min slower than I could have been but it was still worth running. 21st is much more than I thought I deserved.

If you're too young or old to understand a word of that, go and check the best rock songs over the past 30 years. It should open up ;) 

If NORT didn't fulfill my dreams, something else right afterwards did. A concert that I had been waiting for the past 15 years! So I'm very HAPPY NOW (thanks Murray for asking!).

Results, maps, tracking etc. found in the Nordic Tour webpage
Analysis of the races, route choices etc. in World of O

 
Sprint qualification, Turku (Jukka Liikari)