Yukon Orienteering: Relay
6:30. Sit-ups in bed to wake up. Un-prop my swollen feet from the pillows, find my uniform.
In the kitchen, there’s the rest of the big fattoush salad I made for dinner, Rick’s oatmeal from yesterday. I shovel some of it into my mouth, pack the rest in plasticware. We have to get going.
I wince as I pull on my orienteering shoes: the back of my right heel is pretty torn up. The stiff rubber cleats give great traction, but the padding on the back pills and rubs. But this is what I’m wearing. It’s this or my rain boots, and I can’t run in those.