More hills, geocaching and Roy's parachutist's roll

The second day of the Spartacus Cup was a bit colder, but both the map and courses were up to the standards of Day 1. My course was even longer than the day before at 4400m, but at least the climb was down to 120m. This time I remembered to take the Garmin watch but only thought of turning it on after the start. By the time it got all its satellites I was nearly at control 2, so the Garmin track starts at control 2. It measured that I ran about 4.73 from there, so in total I think I covered about 5.2ish.

The real mishap happened at control 7 where I was together with a nice, small lady. She followed me closely, but on a steep rocky bit I managed to badly turn my left ankle followed by a fall to the right. The lady behind first tripped up then promptly fell on me. If it was filmed I am sure it would have been good enough for a comedy sketch. I managed to finish the rest of the course, but hobbling a bit and a lot slower than until then. Due to this the Finnish lady, who eventually won overall, beat me again, but only by 38 seconds this time. We were actually looking for control 6 together, but I found it and left her there. I got a nice silver medal (again) and we left for home straight from the event via some more geocaching.

The first one we found was at the foot of one of the arches of a lovely XIXth century viaduct, followed by a slightly more exciting one at the next village. I even managed to get Roy to come with me, which provided some excitement when he lost his footing crossing a stream and did a textbook parachutist's roll on the (luckily soft) ground. I then proceeded to frogmarch him up a short but steep path to the cache with lovely views from the top of the hill.

The TomTom wanted to send us via the M0 and up the 2, but we thought better of it, came off the hills a clever way, avoiding most of the bottlenecks and journeyed home mostly before it got dark. We stopped for a bit of shopping en route and were home by 6pm. I was so exhausted by the weekend that I went to sleep on the sofa around 7.30pm. Roy had to shake me awake for Downton Abbey which would have been a shame to miss as it was the series 2 finale. It was as good as it usually is and I can't wait for the Christmas Special when poor old Bates should hopefully get off the trumped up charge engineered by his evil ex-wife.