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Saturday Mar 14, 2009 #
canicross 21:00 [3] 2.1 km (10:00 / km)
shoes: Sorel Caribou
Exploring the M&O, Ziggy & I were twice passed by a musher and his one dog (much smaller than Ziggy). Maybe I will get that sled harness after all.
Friday Mar 13, 2009 #
canicross 6:00 [3] 0.6 km (10:00 / km)
shoes: Sorel Caribou
basic 3:00 [1]
Wednesday Mar 11, 2009 #
Snowshoeing 25:00 [3] 2.5 km (10:00 / km)
shoes: Atlas Dual-Trac snowshoes
Ziggy & Boyle are reunited. I can now run my dual-tracs into the ground which I apparently failed to do last winter.
basic 4:00 [1]
All squats were painful.
Sunday Mar 8, 2009 #
Note
USSSA, White River Snow Park OR. And?????
...intruder alert!
...intruder alert!
Snowshoeing race 1:13:58 [3] 10.0 km (7:24 / km)
shoes: New Balance 479
US national snowshoe racing championships
Mount Hood OR
60.2%
61/68 10/10
The race began straight up the slope of the volcano on a windswept open area parallel with the White River. We then ran back down the slope zig-zagging through the woods, passed the finish line and repeated. Because there was so much recent snowfall, the entire course was single track.
The men's race was separate and after the women's. Our first loop matched up with the slower women's final lap.
Racing back down the hill in the first lap, I was reminded how and why I loved to run. The endorphins kicked for the first time in many months. My legs remembered how to stretch out. The other racers got out of my way. I was flying...and crying. By the time my thirteen minutes of downhill racing came to an end, my emotions were so strong my throat constricted and I couldn't breathe. That didn't matter. My movement was anaerobic and my legs remembered things on their own.
At the water station, I stopped to visit with Dad but had to leave, explaining how I couldn't wait to get back up there. I then began the heavy-breathing, high-altitude (4400'), slow journey back up the mountain. I was happy to pay that price to be able to run back down. This time I was bawling with joy on the way up because I knew what was ahead. At the crest, I came to a full stop, tightened my gear, thanked Janie for the loaners, steadied my emotions and took off down the race course.
If I ever got to design my final workout, that's how it would look.
Mount Hood OR
60.2%
61/68 10/10
The race began straight up the slope of the volcano on a windswept open area parallel with the White River. We then ran back down the slope zig-zagging through the woods, passed the finish line and repeated. Because there was so much recent snowfall, the entire course was single track.
The men's race was separate and after the women's. Our first loop matched up with the slower women's final lap.
Racing back down the hill in the first lap, I was reminded how and why I loved to run. The endorphins kicked for the first time in many months. My legs remembered how to stretch out. The other racers got out of my way. I was flying...and crying. By the time my thirteen minutes of downhill racing came to an end, my emotions were so strong my throat constricted and I couldn't breathe. That didn't matter. My movement was anaerobic and my legs remembered things on their own.
At the water station, I stopped to visit with Dad but had to leave, explaining how I couldn't wait to get back up there. I then began the heavy-breathing, high-altitude (4400'), slow journey back up the mountain. I was happy to pay that price to be able to run back down. This time I was bawling with joy on the way up because I knew what was ahead. At the crest, I came to a full stop, tightened my gear, thanked Janie for the loaners, steadied my emotions and took off down the race course.
If I ever got to design my final workout, that's how it would look.
Snowshoeing warm up/down 27:52 [3] 1.62 km (17:12 / km)
shoes: New Balance 479
basic 3:00 [1]