As I sat at home last night feeling battered, bruised and exhausted from this year’s Mountain Orienteering event, I started thinking that this little-known event can hold its own when compared to some of the most infamous mountain running races in Alaska. More than anything, I was just trying to justify the fact that the event had left me completely wasted.
Category: Orienteering
I was probably a little too excited for this week’s orienteering meet. I was merely going to run around in the woods for a hour or two by myself. At the end, I would compare my time to a few other people. Not exactly a big deal. I really should not have been so nervous before the start.
Normal. Throughout my achilles tendon healing process, the goal has alway been to get back to normal. But it been so long, I’ve forgotten what normal used to be.