Sort of wrecked the tapering today and went and did what I enjoy most on a bike and competed in a navigator race in the village of Chilton, Oxfordshire.
A navigator race is essentially orienteering on a bike. The idea is simple, visit as many checkpoints (described on a map) as you can in three hours. Get the most checkpoints in the time and you win. The use of cunning to devise and navigate the most effective route can compensate for a lack of fitness, but more often than not, it's fitness compensating for a lack of cunning.
Today it was evident that any cunning I may have had had been replaced with stunning stupidity. I was rather hoping my improved fitness would rescue me from humiliation; but no, the clawing chalky mud of the Ridgeway made it hard and slow. To see my catalogue of route choice and map reading errors view the Garmin Connect stats here.
I suspect that my recent roadie activities have left me unable to fathom anything more complex than a simple road atlas.
Fortunately I couldn't hang around to see the results as I had to get back to see James Blunt at the Hammersmith Appolo.
Oh dear, admitting to enjoying orienteering and going to a James Blunt concert - I suspect my stock has just crashed.
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