First of all, I would like to send out a spectacularly
ginormous thank you to everyone for the support and congratulations that I have
received. The texts, emails, Facebook and Attackpoint messages; it was quite
honestly over-whelming! I was so touched that I just didn’t know how to react.
When I finally got to the truth of my tongue-tiedness I realized that it was
because I felt it was just an ordinary long distance race. I had made mistakes
like many of the other girls did that day and my legs were feeling far from
speedy.
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| The most fabulous and thundering Canadian cheering squad at JWOC! |
Let me talk about that fateful afternoon in a lonely part
of Slovakia where 139 strong women from around the world were battling it out
for those top spots.
Leading up to the long distance I had mixed feelings of
confidence (since I had already run on similar terrain with the French team
back in May) but also of dread since my preparations hadn’t gone as planned due
to developing tendinitis in my knee just 2 weeks before the start of JWOC. At the call-up line I
had my goals in my head, I knew that this was it, and my face was just one huge
grin. However, the course setter was a sneaky one, and he hit us with climb,
but I mean climb that you would just not believe! As I looked up and saw the seemingly endless steep slope of the hill stretching before me I remember thinking “am I really
walking during a world championship? Emily! Have some dignity!!” I was only on
my way to the third control and I felt exhausted!
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| W20 Long JWOC 2012 |
Next came the reason why they call this the long distance
race: the super long route choice! I had practiced this though! I knew to look
for the best attackpoint, even if it was a bit of a detour, it was always
better than battling through the green. From the small indistinct trail
leading to 4, I knew I had to get on that huge trail running east, and from
here to there, it was just a matter of doing a bit of fancy footwork through
the depressions.
Things were actually going really smoothly, until I
started running in the open yellow on the way to 6. I guess in this situation I could say that… disaster struck! Now I don’t want to start making excuses
for losing 4 minutes on this control but I can still remember all of the
thoughts running through my head.
“Oh no, is that my knee starting to hurt?”
“Yep that’s my knee… man it’s a really good thing that I
didn’t run the sprint yesterday then!”
“Holy macaroni! It’s raining buckets out here! At least
it’s cooling me off. It would be a shame if I got hit with lightening though”.
That’s how it always happens; we’re in contact with the
map one second, and the next we have no clue which depression we’re supposed to
be running to. I did actually manage to get to the right one, but the fact that
there was a Czech girl with the same hopeless look on her face and that I could
see no distinct tree down in the bottom of the depression meant that I was
doing some serious doubting! I could feel the seconds ticking away and my first thought was to panic but the hours of relocation training that I have done over the years have taught me that in this sort of situation the best thing to do is to just bail! I ran back about 100m to the last place where I knew exactly where I was to make sure that I was more confident before eventually heading back to that same depression. And tadaaa! There was my elusive control. My first thought was "that is NOT a distinct tree, it's a shrub!" But my next thought was "let's get this show back on the road!!"
From there I had enough adrenaline from the raging storm
as well as my raging brain that I managed to put everything out of my mind so
that I could get back into this race. From 9 to 10 it was exactly like all the
training exercises we had done in May; find the crest along the hills and then
book it! Nothing is more exhilarating than running full speed in the most
wide-open woods that you could imagine knowing exactly where your control will
be.
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| Photo credits to David Yee |
There go controls 10 and 11 and I am cooked! My legs feel like they’re made
of Jell-O and my brain resembles scrambled eggs. It took me a split second to
decide to take the safer route around and I gave it everything I had; as I ran
into the finish chute, though, I felt like it wasn’t enough. I couldn’t discern
the loudspeaker over the din of everyone cheering but when I heard that it was
a third best time I could absolutely not believe it! I was even harder to believe when my name together with our Canadian flag stayed in third place up on the results board and Sim
(the coach from the French team) came running over to tell me that I had done it! It
was official!
“What? Third at JWOC? How is this possible?”
I’ve had a good few weeks to mull over it and I really
think that winning a race doesn’t mean that you pulled that perfect race out of
a top-hat. It means that since you have made that race one of your major goals
you have trained like a real winner. That means that you have chosen a
challenging training plan and you have stuck to it through the good sessions
and the sessions where you thought you wouldn’t make it. I, for one, have had
my fair share of those. Memory-o at night in the winter… who comes up with
that? Weeks with almost 17 hours of orienteering training… are you crazy? A
good race doesn’t happen because you want it to, or because “it’s time”. A good
race happens because you have trained so hard that even your bad races can be
compared with the times of the best orienteers around the world. After gaining
so much racing experience I have also realized that “il ne faut jamais baisser
les bras” (the French expression for never throwing in the towel) no matter what
silly mistake you have just made.
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| Photo credits to Michal Elias |
I also have a humungous thank you for my French coach in
St Etienne, Olivier, who wouldn’t let me out on a training if I didn’t have a
technical goal in mind. There’s a sentence that Benoit, the other French coach,
said to me after the above mentioned night memory-o. I was telling him how
difficult it had been out there and how frustrated I was but all he said was
“well, that’s what makes you strong”.
And
I feel like I have been strong. It wasn’t easy packing up my life, leaving my
friends and family and moving to a whole different country to study in a
different language. Many tears have been shed into my pillow but I don’t think
that I have enough tears to balance out the amount of joy that I have gotten since
moving. France is my second home and the French my second family. They say that
I am a ray of sunshine but that’s only because I absolutely love training with
them and because I can’t contain my smile when I’m out doing what I love best.
Winning this bronze medal was just a step towards my real goal but I hope that
it was the best gift that I could give to everyone in North America and in
France. I wanted to show that I wasn’t there just to eat baguette and that all
their hard work and dedication wasn’t for nothing.
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| Some French love up on the podium; photo credits to Michal Elias |
I have never been so proud to be Canadian as when I saw
our great flag rise with those of Sweden and Finland during the medal ceremony.
I was practically in tears.
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| Long distance Medal ceremony; photo credits to Marko Prochazka |
I want to thank each and every one of you from the bottom
of my heart for being there for me for every step of the way to one of the
proudest moments of my life. There’s a piece of this medal for all of you.
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| My very supportive and loving family |
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| The French Junior National Team; photo credits to Simon Leroy |
I’ve got big hopes for this coming year in France
although for now I have to be content with sipping lemonade and reading novels on the
porch of the family cottage. Sometimes we fall, we may break a bone, but that’s
not going to stop me from picking myself up, dusting myself off and getting
back into the woods when the doctor allows it. I hope that I’ll see most of you
out at the COC’s! It may not be out in the woods but I’ll at least be returning
the favour of cheering you all on in the finish chute.
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