The 5th May 2012 was a sunny day in Molėtai district, Lithuania. At noon, half a thousand runners and enthusiasts were gathered to the starting area of the 9th European Rogaining Championships 2012. 198 teams of 2-3 people from 12 countries, including me and my dad (the team “Karibu” from Estonia), began their 24-hour adventures…
Background Information
For those who are not familiar with the matter: rogaining is a sort of long distance orienteering, and involves both route planning and navigation between checkpoints using a map and compass. Within the 24 hours time limit, every team has to go thorough as many checkpoints as it possibly can. Ca. 2 hours before the start, participants are handed out a specially prepared orienteering map with all checkpoints on it; this 2 hours is then used for final preparations, and for deciding the exact route, and what points to take and what to leave. All teams start together at the same time, but every team has its own way to go.
Preparation
It was my first time rogaining ever, although I had taken numerous long walks before. So in my mental preparations I mostly relied to my previous experiences. My dad had been rogaining several times; he gave me suggestions about the food, footwear and the other equipment. One week before the event I tried to work less (which, in fact, did not happen very well), and sleep more and better in order to be physically ready (I was pretty successful in the later.). Of course, I had also done some running all the winter, as well as a bit longer distances earlier in spring; however, this classifies as recreational sport rather than training.
Our strategy was simple. We knew that our strength is endurance, and our weakness is slower pace when compared to the runners. Therefore it was important to keep moving, no matter whether it is the day or the night, or lunch time or breakfast. The other important thing was to be precise, i.e. not to rush but go straight to the checkpoint by using compass, reading steps etc.
In the event info it was informed that sunset will be at 20:01 and the end of civil twilight at 21:46; the civil twilight was told to begin around 03:00 and sunrise at 04:29.
We expected the night to be much less productive as it is dark and we are sleepy; so we planned that during the first 10 hours we should move at a pace of five km per hour, in the night at a pace of three km per hour and then (if still able to do so) speed up a bit in the next morning. We also planned the most difficult check points to the first day, while the night would be in the roads and open areas. The map (see the Figure) was easy in the sense that it was more-less possible to design this kind of ideal route.

The map of the 9th European Rogaining Championships 2012 in Molėtai district, Lithuania; The dark red line on the map marks the route of our team called “Karibu”. The red triangle indicates start / finish. The red arrow shows which way we were taking the route. Red dots are the drinking points.
In every three hours there was foreseen a meal: carbohydrates for quick energy (chocolate, muesli bar, banana, tried fruits and the like) -> proteins for lasting longer (ham or turkey, no fat) -> carbohydrates quick energy etc. One more thing that we had to take into account, were the drinking points were we could fill our bottles with water. There were four of them on the route. At the start I took 0.5 litres with me – not much, but on the other hand, you have to carry every excessive gram or millilitre all the twenty-four hours.
It is easy to plan on the paper while you are fresh and rather well-rested (although the night before was in the car). But it may easily turn out to be completely different when it comes to reality and to executing the plan…
The Big Twenty-Four Hours
The start was given at 12:00. I hit the go-button of my stopwatch and so we run. Indeed, it was an excellent illustration of the herd instinct that humans have: despite that ahead of us was 24 hours, the pace during the first hour was as if it were a normal orienteering, 7-8 kilometres maybe.
That was not quite what we had planned (at least not quite what I had understood – I had rather prepared for a long walk), but there was no time to complain. So I followed the “herd” and reached the first checkpoint five and half minutes after the start. The run went on, and after the first hour and seven checkpoints we were two minutes ahead of our (in my opinion, aggressive) planned time schedule. Now I commented that in my opinion this was by far faster than 5 kilometres per hour; my dad replied that it wasn’t but only seemed because we were in the forest and it is expectedly more difficult in these conditions than walking on an “euro” hiking route. “It’s still a championship,” he added. Well, that wasn’t very encouraging. My main concern was that I did not know if I can last up to the end (ok, I had a strong feeling that I can, but no experience).
The second hour was almost as crazy as the first one, except one brief moment when we went through a wonderful open area. It was full spring, the dandelions were blooming and the birds were singing; there was a bird watching tower yonder. I had hoped to keep my feet dry at least at the beginning. Apparently this did not happen: we had to cross a swampy area already now. The good thing was that the water was warm and getting feet wet was refreshing in an otherwise hot day. “Just trying to keep positive,” I noticed. Ironically, by the end of the second hour we had missed about ten minutes from our initial time schedule.
During the third hour there were two good things to wait for: the first drinking point and the lunch time. As my throat was trying by that time, I felt motivated to pass the coming two points as soon as possible. On the other hand, I tried to retain a pace that would enable me to last long. In other words, I tried to avoid running with a speed that would cause me to breathing hard; from my previous running experience I knew that this would be a morally destroying factor. The first drinking point wasn’t disappointing: there was even a toilet transported into the forest. My dad told that the water tastes like the lake water, but anyway it was good enough to quench our thirst. During the lunch time we continued walking on a moderate pace. The banana and the muesli bar tasted better than normally. However, due to these two slowdowns, we had lost more than 20 minutes by the end of the third hour.
I do not remember anything special from the fourth hour. As we had rebuilt our energy levels, we regained some ten minutes of our initial time schedule.
There was a second drinking point foreseen by the end of the fourth hour / beginning of the fifth hour. The downside was that by the time when we reached it, there was no water left. My dad noted that this is something that the organisers often get wrong: people need more water than the organisers think. Ok, we drank our own water and hoped that we will not run out of it before the next drinking point which was far away.
My dad said that there usually is a crisis moment between the fourth and the sixth hour. He also noted that although we have been in the forest only for four hours, it seems like forever – so many impressions, memories etc. I did agree with the second part, but replied to the first one that I’d prefer to skip the crisis. However, this was the time. Two times I felt that maybe I cannot deliver what I wanted. I suppressed these feelings before they started to possess me. After all, last year we walked 76+ kilometres and we haven’t done this much yet. I’m physically better prepared, I can do it. Self-suggestion helps, it does.
I had concerns about the point no. 74 – I thought that perhaps we should skip it and instead take points 57 and 76 next morning (a surprising concern for a tourist like me, btw.). The reason was that the map showed lots of climbing between the points 40 and 74 (at the beginning, we had planned to take the point no.40 before the point no. 74); climbing means spending lots of energy, and thus excessive climbing should be avoided wherever possible. Then we found that the initial plan needed some correction: instead of going from point no. 77 to point no. 40 and then to point no. 74, we can take the point no. 74 first and after that go to the point no. 40. This resulted in a time saving of ten minutes, i.e. by the end of the fifth hour we had regained some ten minutes when compared to the initial time schedule.
We found the next three checkpoints nicely despite that two of them were located in the swamp. The way to the point 97 seemed a long one. We had to go through a garden and I wondered if the organisers had a special permit by the landlords. A lonely dog made a single “bow-wow” for everyone passing by. Now it was time for a supper. The ham tasted great with the only minus that it made thirsty. The water supply was limited as we had had no chance to fulfil our bottles in the second drinking point.
Point no. 64 was so close on the map, 1.5 kilometres maybe, but we had to go at least five kilometres around the lake before actually reaching it. The God had simply decided to place a lake in between. Anyway, by the end of the seventh hour we had regained approximately five minutes thanks to the good road.
The eighth hour was even luckier: we reached the final point two minutes ahead of the schedule. Sure, it was again thanks to the good road.
It gradually started to get dark while we still had the most rewarding points ahead. Somehow we missed the right way to the point no. 93 and had to turn back after having gone through another swampy area. I proposed that we might skip this point as it was clearly unsuitable for a night time. “Come on – it makes nine points,” my dad replied, and so we went back. I happened to fall into a beaver’s hole on the way; however I was lucky – it was a slight startle and nothing more. After some searching, we found the checkpoint; it was a moment to be proud about ourselves. The good news was that there was no need to go through this terrible swampy area once again in order to reach the next checkpoint (which I had assumed when opposing going back).
During our journey through the most rewarding checkpoints we saw no one with the reflectors. “Strange that no one except us seems to like walking in the swap during the night time,” I noted a bit ironically. Whatever, we took all the planned checkpoints, and after having fully exhausted our water supply, finally reached the third drinking point. The good news was that there actually was water. We filled our bottles and went on more happily. (How good are you feeling after a glass of water in the office? It’s nothing special, but in the dark forest when having run out of all your water supply, it’s something very special.)
Differently from the initial expectations, the night wasn’t that difficult at all. In fact, I had even been waiting for it because of the coolness that it would bring, and because of the slower pace that we had planned for the night time. I did not feel sleepy at all – in that sense the mental preparation proved to be good. The bad news was that we had mistaken in the planning: some sections of the road were five kilometres per hour, not three. Whoops… we had to move faster. I felt well enough for doing it on a good terrain.
Then another “Whoops”: the checkpoint no. 94 wasn’t very well located for a night time… Luckily, we reached it anyway.
It was still dark at 3:18 a.m. in the morning of 6th May 2012 when we arrived to our next checkpoint, numbered 63. On our way, we met two Russian guys that were looking for water. One of them was in a pretty good standing, while the other one seemed to be exhausted indeed. “There is only a small number of equal couples,” my dad commented.
The last six hours proved to be difficult ones: some 18 kilometres when your feet are “burning”, i.e. full of blisters. The first good news on this painful road was an excellent drinking point: this time there was not only water, but also some sort of the other drink. The second encouraging aspect was meeting the limping challengers on our way. “And they are still moving towards the next checkpoint,” I adjusted a famous Estonian poem by Juhan Liiv (“Ta lendab mesipuu poole”) to the current situation.
Altogether, we gathered 306 checking points out of the 391 possible, i.e. 78.3%. From a bird’s flight, our road was 73.2 kilometres; assuming a reasonable coefficient of 1.3 that we needed for some searching mistakes as well as for going around the lakes, our run/walk was nicely above 90 kilometres. (At the time of writing, I’m still waiting for the final results. For me, those even don’t matter that much: the most important fact is that I actually did it!) As expected, the first day was the most productive: approximately 60% of the points taken and 50% of the distance that we made through.
Later
I did not believe that my feet can be cured within one day: immediately after our adventure, I was limping like a… I don’t know who, but the fourth floor seemed to be located awfully high. By the evening of May 7th, I could walk almost normally once again. Ok, I was a bit slow due to the “burning” feet, but the people on the street might think that I’m walking slowly simply because of the heavy bags that I’m carrying.
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