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Esbjörn is responsible for the production of maps for 10MILA 2013. He ran his first 10MILA (out of 30 so far) in the same area. This was 1981, a year that is remembered as the snowiest 10MILA ever.
1981 in Kungsängen, my first 10MILA, what a memory!
In 1981 I made my debut with the big boys. I was 17 years old, small, slight, fast legs, but definitely not one of the best technicians. The first leg in Turebergs IF’s second team was for me.
At that time, Turebergs IF was permanently one of the arranging clubs, so we all participated in the preparations in one way or the other. One of my assignments’ was to, at Thursday – Walpurgis Night – guard the built up facility in the military area of Tranbygge. It’s easy to state that you can have full control of most things – but you can never control the weather.
We drove really slowly on the motorway to come to Kungsängen in one of the most violent snow storms I have ever experienced, and there was nobody else out on the roads. And of course nobody was interested in going out to Tranbygge to steal some of the things we had put there. Spending the night building anything in the competition center was out of the question. Luckily, it was pretty much ready. We made our way around the competition center field, slugging through deep snow, and tried to light a very small fire under a roof built for stocking hay. We managed to drive home that night.
The competition day came and the competition centre’s change from ocean to mud began. I think I sat in the secretary tent checking the women’s stamps, a task we juniors often did. When the evening came it was time for me and 511 other first leg runners to take position. It was cold standing there in the crowd, waiting to start. Suddenly, BOOM! And off we went.
There had been speculations about the two passages over the ditch east of the competition centre. It was said the military should have dug it out and made it bigger, so you could run through it without running too deep or getting too wet. It wasn’t clear exactly what that meant. The answer was: they had made good preparations for a decent passage, but nothing is enough when half a meter snow is melting.
The competition day came and the competition centre’s change from ocean to mud began. I think I sat in the secretary tent checking the women’s stamps, a task we juniors often did. When the evening came it was time for me and 511 other first leg runners to take position. It was cold standing there in the crowd, waiting to start. Suddenly, BOOM! And off we went.
There had been speculations about the two passages over the ditch east of the competition centre. It was said the military should have dug it out and made it bigger, so you could run through it without running too deep or getting too wet. It wasn’t clear exactly what that meant. The answer was: they had made good preparations for a decent passage, but nothing is enough when half a meter snow is melting.
Here my memory and my map don’t really agree. The map says the first passage was on a bridge, but I think it was in a digging just south of the bridge – only because we were 500 men running at the same time – so the officials led us down to the ditch. My memory also says the water was up to my stomach and it wasn’t too nice. I hadn’t really expected to keep dry the entire race, but this was beyond what I could imagine.
The course and the orienteering itself were pretty easy, I can see that today. But I can tell I didn’t always know where I was, I just followed the others. Mostly I tried to avoid running to the wrong control in the spreadings. Tough slopes, deep snow, the tempo, the wet, the cold – it was a challenge.
With half the course left came the next passage of the ditch. It was deep up to my chest, and I was 170 cm tall. The water station after the passage felt kind of ironic, but I took a cold cup of sport drink.
Now you would think the worst parts were over, but the ditch between controls 8 and 9 was terrible. It was hardly 3 meters wide and fully filled with water, but it didn’t look too dangerous I thought, running in the lead of a small group. A small jump and a thought of putting my foot just in the edge of the water, it seemed like a good idea until I realized it was a man made ditch with vertical walls. This time even my head was under water, the map and my hands were all you could see of me from the side of the ditch. The first leg runner of my rival team, Rotebro IS’s first team, couldn’t stop so he landed on me and got to climb over my back.
The last way back went slower and safer, I didn’t want to start looking for controls, rather keep warm. And it would be a shame to ruin an (unusually) good race. Wet and muddy I changed over as 357:th man, about 9 minutes after the lead.
A shower and a full body wash later I went back into the warm secretary tent and I experienced the whole 10MILA-night through the stamp-papers we collected, often so wet we left them in the plastic covers. During that night 4500 runners experienced other different things from this competition. They are probably all memorable. At least they all can say “I was at 10MILA 1981” and that still means something special.
Name: Esbjörn Eriksson
Club 1981: Turebergs IF
Current club: Attunda Orientering
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