The Fatal Break of Floorball Stick
In the end of January I got the Chinese flu so I skipped two weeks of all physical activity including floorball Monday league with my colleagues. When I had recovered I got a special Valentine's day gift - a bodycheck in the wall when I hit it with my head while falling hardly with my knee on the floor. That resulted I was not able to walk the other day and I had to rest for more than another week... So this Monday I overcame my fears and went for a play of florball after almost two months. Hopefully no part of my body got damaged this time. But I see some serious evidence I should give up this sport forever and rather stick to drink beer.
The Great Break of Motol Rift
On Tuesday I came back to my sport number one. Number one does not mean that I am good at it, just I do it the most. Another O-league was about to take place at one of the most windy place in Prague. What a great choice by Mr Frost but sadly for him he must wait there in cold the whole time. I tried to run but I was still slower than the relicts of dead snails you can see in my map.
Otherwise it was very interesting event. This map is like a box of chocolate - you never know where the control will be:
1. You see a black point in the map and you suppose it is going to be a stone? ... No, it is a concrete structure!
2. You see a black triangle in the map and you suppose it is going to be a heap of stones? ... No, it is a heap of railway sleepers!
3. You see black line in the map and you suppose it is going to be a sandstone cliff? ... Yes, you re finally right, it is a sandstone cliff!
The Tiny Break of the Rules
Another day came and there was another activity for me which was the second round of DSSS that took place in the Orchards of Herald and surronding quarters of Hillsville and Wineyards. The map was very tricky with full of cockroaches so that many competitors were disqualified because of running through them. Just look in the map if you can see them all.
Hills everywhere but not in my watches |
Some competitors also missed to "punch" one of the controls and I do not want to sound cocky, but I avoided all of these mistakes. But unluckily near the end I became eliminated too. I thought I would run along the stairs but a wall came in my way so I jumped to the stairway. Well I could go back that about seven meters and everything would be fair, but my race time was already so bad that I saw it better to finish with the same results as some other big fishes of orienteering like Mr Frost, Illman, Timberin, Paul, Joachim von Räsenchin or John Coat and many others.
To jump or not ... well it is just a training |
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