Training Log Archive: Scottmax

Except for the fire station inconvenience in the first mile this run went beautifully. A little cold (18) in the village but for the most part we were able to run on 1/2 inch to bare roads with minimal traffic. Through in a few intervals (Elm St x4, monell street, franklin) which spiced things up nicely. We dreamed of the days (later this week) in which the temperature is set to hit (gasp) 40. Cannot wait. 1 month til 6. 2 1/2 until Gettysburg... Have to keep this in mind during these cold training days. Focker out.

NIghtmare of a run with sidewalks being in various states. From 2 inches to bare all the way to frozen and chunky did not make for much of a fun run. Decided to try my luck at Lion's club... First 1/4 mile was pleasant. Turned into 12-16 inches for the next mile and a half. Ran about 1/4 of it. The rest was a serene trudge. Will it ever be Spring again ?

Strained right leg last night on the court. Had to stand up at work today for about an hour to stretch things out. Ugly. Glad to get out but didn't have any push off. Ran usual loop and got 1 slow Greene street hill in before calling it quits. Hopefully a long stretch session will loosen things up.

Church ball with co-workers. Makes me feel old. At least we only had 8 and had to run the whole time. Was intense for last 15 minutes as we ran 3v4 and some of us got a good run in. I think the others were surprised we put up a good fight. Won the first round handily. Nice to feel like I had legs if only for a little while.

Slow 8 miles. Took Meg's dog with me for his first 5k. He seemed to enjoy it. More than I am enjoying the relentless snow that just won't ever seem to end. The streets are getting lonely "when the lights go down and there's not another living soul around." It will be nice to get a good daytime running session in the future.

I think I may run some hills on Friday night just to get myself clear of the village. Hopefully the roads are clear of the 8 inches of snow that had accumulated. C'est la vie say the old foks.