In the last 7 days:
Tisdags traning--10 x 5 min intervals, 1/2 uphill (slightly) and into the wind (lots), and 1/2 going the other way and hoping to beat out an incoming storm. Only got hit a with a small amount of rain, so I won that round.
Winds were down at last today, and first up on things to do was to foray out on the mountain bike and hit some of the Pilot Hill trails--and to try to avoid having them hit back. Felt rusty, but that's okay, and managed to avoid having to make any unscheduled trips to the ER.
Then out to Granite Planite to saunter around the pasque flowers, still in full bloom. I ran out a training course out there at or near race pace--something that felt comfortably hard--and felt good about the way it felt. That like double "felts"!
Later, back home, I felt (that's #3) a vaguely familiar tickling sensation on a leg, and an inspection revealed a tick crawling around. Well, it is May, which is tick time around here, and I do what I can to help suppress the tick population.
Did some biking and then some running. Can't say I felt svinstark, but all in all not so bad, really.
Best thing seen while running: something darted out into the trail ahead of me, took a quick glance, and turned right back around and dashed into a large pile of jumbled boulders--a bobcat.
Ran trails. I had in mind to go out for a certain amount of time, but at an overlook that included a view of the interstate, I could see a long line of vehicles--mostly trucks--parked along the interstate. And an acquaintance I had bumped into on the trails and had chatted with earlier had said something about a lot of vehicles being parked, and my first thought was that this is what he had been referring to.
But as soon as I had that thought, I realized it was wrong: he hadn't been referring to the interstate, and already I could see the vehicles on the interstate weren't actually parked--rather, they were just moving very, very slowly. They were in the west bound lane, and that had to mean there had been a crash somewhere in the canyon, in between the time I had driven up the canyon and the present. That in turn made me opt to run longer than the original plan, to give the wreck a chance to be cleared. And by the time I returned to the overlook again about an hour or so later, traffic was moving normally again.
It turned out the wreck had been just past the on-ramp at the Visitors Center, and it looked like something had burned up. There were still a lot of flashing lights there of various colors.
Quite windy today, and besides the usual highway warnings for high profile vehicles, warnings went out to cyclists advising no biking without wind anchors. When that happens, I usually just conclude biking wasn't meant to happen (outdoors) that day. So, no biking today.
But I did go running, and near the entrance of the canyon leading up to Happy Jack, a semi-truck had blown over. Or so I believe, I mean, it was on its side, with no evidence of a collision or anything. And nobody was there either, as far as I could tell. Well, trucks blow over all the time in Windy Wyoming.
Up top, on the trails, there were lots of freshly fallen trees in evidence, but not much in the way of other human beings--I didn't see anyone else enjoying the wind but me. Much, much cooler than yesterday, even before the cooling aspect of the winds, and I had on a jacket for the entire run.
Presumably one day these big winds will back off and become just "normal" again, but for the time being it remains game on.
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