Two weeks ago I arrived in Heathrow to meet up with the team for the World University Orienteering Championships which this year were taking place in Olumouc, in the Czech republic.
ResultsNext up, two days later, was the race I saw as the main event. The sprint was around a zoo and although I did not expect it to be the terrain most suited to me I knew I could do well. Unfortunately I made one mistake which cost me. Firstly I rushed too much on the fourth control which was a tricky short leg to a forest pit. I spotted the womens control and ran to that, confusing myself and losing around 20 seconds. Still, the rest of the race was good and I ran into an ok 11th position, a little disappointed. I was particularly please to feel strong on the hills, 120m of climb in 2.5km is a lot.Map
ResultsNow the races were coming thick and fast, no more rest days. Next up came the middle distance. I was really excited to run a discipline that I don’t often get a chance to run internationally. Warming up however I was shocked by how vague the warm up map seemed. Lots of very small, indistinct features, with lightning fast running, made it a bit difficult for me to understand how I was going to approach the race. In the end the majority of the race was not much like the warm up map, with a lot of sections of thick forest to break up the fast running and provide solid navigational features. However the first two controls were and I lost 40 seconds on each of them. Damn, perhaps my lack of middle practise shined through a bit there. I ran pretty well for the most part after that, losing small pieces of time in a number of places but nothing big. The damage had been done however and I was again disappointed with 27th place. Same story as the sprint the day before really, a couple of controls hiding a pretty decent race.Map
The week ended with the relay, which was back on the same area as the day before. I had been given first leg which I was really pleased with. I pushed hard at the start to ensure that I was up near the front and settled into a good rhythm around the first section of the course, recognising where other runners could be useful and where I needed to do my own thing. Near the spectator we entered a thick bit of forest and when we came out it was just me and Swedens Rasmus Anderson in the lead. It stayed this way, despite my attempts to lose it by missing right near the end, and I handed over to Peter in second, 6 seconds behind Sweden and 30 seconds ahead of the chasing pack. Peter and last leg runner Jonny both ran really well but we couldn’t quite match the class of the teams above us. Still, we were chuffed with 4th place and ensured we ended the week on a high.
Thanks must be given to British University and Colleges Sport and Kukri for helping the team to compete at these championships. I would also like to thank Sheffield Hallam University, Welsh Orienteering and Swansea Bay Orienteering Club for their personal support.
Last weekend I went to Finland for a flying visit. I left Swansea at midnight on Friday morning and arrived back at 2am on Monday morning. In all I probably spent more than 24 hours of the weekend in a plane, train, car or bus.
Unfortunately, despite having good speed for the majority of the sprint race, I was also a prize muppet for a significant proportion and finished in 13th place. Perhaps I was still tired from the travelling, perhaps I wasn’t disciplined enough or maybe the sun reflecting off my stomach distracted me, who knows. However looking at the splits shows that there was promise in my performance and hopefully the race will serve to iron out some of the kinks before next week.
The relay went much better, possibly because my belly wasn’t on show? I ran a solid first leg, really enjoying the terrain and handing over just under 2 minutes behind the breakaway leader with a sneaking suspicion that I had run the longer forking at some stage in the race. Nico ran a great race pulling us up to the lead and with Gaute fighting on the final leg Lillomarka remained contention right until the end, finishing in 4th place.
Next stop is the Czech republic for the World University Championships.
Almost two weeks have passed since I lined up for the World Orienteering Championships in Venice. There really isn’t any reason that I haven’t written about it up this point (barring a couple of thoughts on attackpoint). Team mate Helen has posted twice since then, so I am obviously slacking. The big question is:
How did it go?
It went ok. After a knee injury in a hill race one month before I put myself in the unenviable position of having to play catch up in the month preceding. Given that it went pretty well. I had three solid runs but I felt like I was lacking something. Maybe I wasn’t lacking as much fitness as I thought but I was short on confidence.
This (very unflattering) photo taken by our awesome team manager Dave sums up my frustration. Straight after the Sprint Relay which I suffered through from start to finish. I had a clean run (not difficult given the course) but was that enough for the team? I gave it everything but I wasn’t up to the pace of the top runners.
Now that my final year project (all 11,000 words of it) is finally submitted I have a little bit of spare time to to test out the new site. I say a little bit of time because I have exams next week and really should be doing some work.
World Championships Selection Races
Great Britain had their selection races for the World Championships very early this year. So early that they were the first proper race of the season for many people. This made it quite difficult to judge who was in shape and who would get on the team. The races took place in the Lake District in the end of may and were organised superbly by national team coach Liz Campbell.
The races started with a middle distance on the Friday and whilst I had good speed, my navigation couldn’t keep up in the tough Lake District terrain. Next came the long race which I decided to skip, not least because most of my rivals for the Sprint were also skipping it. Then came the big day. An early start to get into quarantine and I was quite nervous. More nervous than I have been in a long time. I made a few more mistakes than I would have liked, most from trying to rush and in the end I was on the right side of a 4 second margin to take the win from Peter Hodkinson.
The main result from the weekend is that this summer I will be going to Italy to run the Sprint (and maybe the sprint relay) at the World Championships. I will also be going to the World University Championships later in the summer. Those were the goals and I am happy to have a chance to run in these races.
Next up was the European Championships in Portugal. I was knee deep in university work at this point and to be honest the championships snuck up on me a bit. I hadn’t done as much specific preparation as I would have liked but I knew I was in good physical shape and I hoped all the work I have put into technique training over the winter would carry me through.
I was just here to run the sprint as I was organising the JK Sprint the week after and needed to rush back. I was relaxed and had a good run in qualifying, qualifying in 6th place in my heat. The final took place on the next day and allowed a lot of time to relax in-between races. I think this suited me quite well.
After what seemed an age in quarantine I was ready to go. I had a pretty average race if truth be told. I pushed hard but made a few small hesitations and one little mistake where I overshot my path. 6th place. Wow. I didn’t expect that and I had a bit of an epiphany after this race. I think maybe it is wrong to turn up to a championships and expect 110%. I turned up and I did an average performance, helped by a bit of adrenaline and the big stage and that was enough. Turning up and having to run amazingly seems to be putting a lot of pressure on yourself but to run an average performance, I can do that easy 🙂
Maybe it also helps if you let the team style your hair beforehand.
So after the European Championships I was straight home. I would have liked to have run the relay but I had bigger fish to fry.
The JK was taking place in South Wales this year and the sprint was in my home town of Swansea. For those that don’t know, the JK is the biggest race in Britain, we had 2300 competitors for the sprint race alone and for some very stupid reason I had volunteered to set the courses. This meant a lot of running around in the week beforehand but it all seemed to go ok and people seemed to enjoy themselves. It was maybe helped by the awesome weather (It’s like that always..) and the awesome organisation team that we had.
I competed in the next few days of the JK but never really felt like I was running particularly well until the relay, where I managed to win a Silver medal with Sheffield University.
I realise that this is a long post now. It is amazing the amount I will write to put off doing some revision.
Last night I competed in a local fell race, the Burbage Skyline. My legs felt good after the weekend and knowing the course from last year I managed to set a new record. Cracking 🙂
I suppose I should go and do some work now.