Training Log Archive: Ari-o

Ran to Cambridgeside to get my iPhone. Apparently they make it a real a real pain in the ass to get an iPhone, so I didn't get it, but at least I arranged to get it. Blergh.

So bad at logging. Today, here's what I did:

rollerskied a lot
took the bus home
broke my iPhone
went about backing up my phone and computer and putting the latest OS on my computer (this took way longer than I'd hoped)

Here's what I may go still do:
Get a new phone
Get food for dinner
Buy on-sale cheerios at CVS

And this somehow counts as a successful day.

Plan: Rollerski across BU Bridge. Catch 8:00 bus. Meet Alex at Rotary of Death at 8:15. Drive to rollerskiing.

I missed the bus by 12 seconds. He rolled past me right before the stop and I couldn't get his attention. Oh, well, another bus in 10 minutes. Alex was okay with that, and I got a Comm Ave rollerski sprint in, or something.

Rollerskiing in Littleton. Cold!

Alex made me a breakfast sandwich so I drank a lot of water. And ran out of water. I wound up skiing with Andy and Frank which was great—Master Blasting!—and some guy on a bike. The guy on a bike kept creeping past us on the right. It was really annoying. I came close to yelling at him about it (dude, you're on a bike) and then decided just to stay quiet and be super passive-aggressive and pole near his wheel.

Ski was very nice. There isn't much traffic out there, but I do like how "good pavement" means "you might go down a hill with some sketchy cracks and a major foot massage" for CSU. But that's sort of okay; I didn't fall. I was warned about the worst downhill in to Harvard that it was steep. I asked if it had good pavement (yes) and a good runout (yes) and any sharp turns (no) and took it without any pesky speed reducers. I think I impressed Andy doing that. It has nothing on most of the hills on my routes in Maine.

Then we kept going and going and going and got back 25 miles later. I was dehydrated and pooped. Alex dropped me at the 70 bus which I took all the way back to Cambridge, and caught up on emails, too, rather than crashing her coaches meeting which would probably go long. Success!

Again, Garmin is for the birds. GPS all over the place, what a mess.

I was pretty happy to be running hills in the snow until I ran about 50 yards and then stopped. While running flat and running stairs were fine, running downhill and my right shin were not agreeing. Bummer. So I ran back to the top of the hill and though "hmm, two days ago I ran stairs and my shin was fine." Guess what there are a lot of on the side of Summit? Stairs! So I ran the stairs twice.

At the top of the second staircase I met Alex, and my legs were feeling better, and I slowly ran down a hill with her and back up. While reading a map of Harriman. Rocky!

Then I did that again, and that was okay, too. Plan for weekend: no downhill running!

By the time I got home from a long day of doing work stuff, I took a short run. It was gorgeous. I was hungry. My Garmin has been taking forEVER to boot up and today was no exception; so I just used it as a good old fashioned timer. Which worked, but was sad, but okay I guess. Then it said I ran 3 miles. Well, I don't think so.

Went to the stadium with the idea of taking it easy. Then, I did not take it easy because they told me not to. Do as many sections as you can in 40 minutes, they said. Now tell someone how many that is. "40!" I exclaimed, leg still hurting from rock orienteering.

Then I did 51. And felt pretty great, actually.

60 pulls on the rollerboard. Felt lethargic all day. Then went out and felt lightheaded on the rollerboard. Legs still kind of jello from O, amazing what running through woods and jumping over things will do to you. So taking it easy for now, hoping I'm not coming down with anything.