Okay, so the real bad luck this week started when I was finishing my five-mile weekly jog, and just before I made it home, I kicked this one sidewalk slab, which is raised an inch higher than the other slab of sidewalk, and threw out my right achilles tendon. There was a loud “pop”, and I felt my achilles give out completely, but there was no sudden pain. The good news is that only sprained it, but I didn’t know this at the time, and it has been swoll up the past few days. Actually, I skipped two days of work because of it. although I am feeling much more fine now compared to the past couple days.
Anyway, right after this happened I left to play rounds 3 and 4 four, the final ones, on Tuesday.
The very end of this isn’t exact, since she didn’t box out my king this much, but it’s just as decisive for illustration purposes. Honestly, I had the feeling that once the queens come off that my odds of winning would be quite high, and based on what happened in that equal-ish ending, you can probably see what I am getting at (for whomever is reading this note).
This game, I lost the scoresheet, and so recreated it here. The positions are right, but perhaps a move order is off, such as when …a6, a4 was played. It’s an abysmal game as White, but it was played within ten minutes of finishing my Round 3 game, and I was completely exhausted. This is one of the drawbacks of G/30, having another G/30 immediately after, and in chess fatigue terms, ten minutes is the next closest thing to immediate. The other thing that I find a bit distasteful is that we have two rounds in two hours, and then hang around gabbing together for the next four hours, when we could have spent some of that time on actually playing our games.