Training Archive: KikiIn the 7 days ending 2008-06-22:
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Sunday Jun 22 | ||
| Running warm up/down (trail) 10:00 [2] | |
| shoes: Paul | ||
| Before. | ||
| Orienteering race 1:42:00 [3]*** 7.1 km (14:22 / km) +165m 12:52 / km | |
| 12c shoes: Paul | ||
| Today was better until it was worse. In day 2 of Cristina vs. vague terrain, I did exceptionally well (for me) for about 85 continuous minutes. I was very pleased with myself, picking attackpoints and walking when necessary to make sure I didn't blow anything. And then, with two controls left, I got cocky at the end of a leg and just sort of ran, which wasn't a good strategy for finding a "1m" boulder in the midst of several 1-2m tree stumps on a bland hillside. Really blew it on that one. At least I had equally confused company (Tapio) for the last 5 minutes of my goof. (For the record, I found it first!)
I give my orienteering for the weekend a grade of D. It would be an F except for the fact that I really did run the rest of the course on Sunday much better than I would have in the past. I did it slowly, but I think starting slow and clean and gradually racheting up the speed in stuff like this is a better plan than fast and messy and trying to get cleaner. | ||
| Note | |
| A note about the weekend.
1. I enjoyed it. A good challenge for me. 2. Saturday was advertised as "middle distance". It wasn't. 3. A .5m knoll in a rough field of 1-2m stumps? Really? 4. I didn't see any goshawks. Bummer. | ||
| C • MIddle Distance 3 | ||
Saturday Jun 21 | ||
| Orienteering race 1:12:35 [3]*** 5.2 km (13:58 / km) +110m 12:37 / km | |
| ahr:183 max:195 spiked:5/9c | ||
| Well, tomorrow's another day.
Took it carefully on the long first leg all the way out to my clearing attackpoint. Then I took a bad fall, slipping sideways on a log and landing on my right knee. You know that soft part on the front outside of your knee? There's a log at Burton Creek that fits there perfectly. Got up and realized that limping was the best I could do, at least right then. I'm not sure what happened from there, but I was only 200 m from the control and I completely missed it. Saw another boulder with a flag and tried to relocate off of that, but no luck. I decided to bail back out to the road and on the way I ran into my third control, also about 200 m away. I missed it again. Turned around and started back because I knew I'd gone too far and saw it 50 m behind me. I can't entirely blame the distraction of fall and getting hurt, especially since I was expecting a much bigger boulder and screwed up multiple times. Lost about *13* minutes (!) on that one. I'm pretty sure I went by the rock more than once, it'll be interesting to see the tracks. I could more or less run again after that and did just fine for the next five controls. Careful with good attackpoints. Couldn't run very fast, which I guess is the altitude and the junky woods. It still felt abnormally difficult. I know there are lots of things wrong with me. But at least I can usually run. Good on 7, too, another few minutes. Not a good day at all. | ||
| C • Sorry about your orienteeri... 4 | ||
| Running warm up/down 10:00 [2] | |
| Before the race. | ||
Friday Jun 20 | ||
| Event: Tahoe 3 Day | ||
Wednesday Jun 18 | ||
| Other Cardio (Ultimate) 1:30:00 | |
| shoes: Paul | ||
| Summer league again. We won both games. Again. We rock. Unfortunately, I can't really share any of our team names tonight. They're just not family friendly.
I'm starting to get the hang of how to take advantage of my running speed. And the (severe) limitations of my throwing. Old Chicago afterwards. We never got our free pizza because no one bothered to order it. Even so, frisbee people are way cooler than AF people. 7 days. | ||
Monday Jun 16 | ||
| Cycling (road) 20:00 [2] | |
| In to work. A little less spring in my step this morning. | ||
| C • For seabass 4 | ||
| Cycling (road) 20:00 [2] | |
| Home. It was hot by any definition of the word today - 107F when I left work. For some reason 107 seems a lot hotter than 101 or 100. There must be some magic breakpoint somewhere in between those two where all of a sudden my body says, "um, dude, it's hot. slow the f down".
Realized that I totally forgot to tell the story of the world's biggest asshole. I met him this weekend as he was "camped" a few hundred meters from our meet hq this weekend. I'll see if I can do the story justice in a bit. | ||
| C • oh boy! 3 | ||
| Note | |
| I'll give it a try, but I don't think that I can do this guy justice. Not even in a live reenactment.
Peg and I arrived pretty late to the site on Friday, pretty close to midnight. We pulled through to where we figured we were supposed to be. It was pretty empty but there was a very large RV/bus camped out on one side of the forest road. Didn't really look like an orienteer, but it was the right place... and you never know. So we pulled up across the road and started to set up camp. About 10 minutes later a dog starts barking wildly from across the way. I'm psyched already. A few minutes after that someone in the RV turns on an outside light, something like 5000 watts behind it. Finally there is a voice. It's just a voice because we can't see anything but light. WBA: "I don't think that's gonna work." I'm a little surprised by this comment, and trying to figure out if it is the voice of an orienteer just trying to be funny. Or maybe actual helpful information, like our chosen campsite is in the middle of an elk mating location or something. | ||
| Note | |
| Me: "Excuse me?"
WBA: "I said, I don't think that's gonna work." Me: "Why not?" WBA: "You're gonna have to move. This dog is going to keep all of us up until you get out of line of site." At this point I realize that we're going to end up having to move because there's no reason to be close to this guy. But it irks me that he's not being nice. | ||
| Note | |
| Peg starts to explain that there's an orienteering meet, to let him know that there will be a bunch more people, and he cuts her off. He says, "I know what's going on here," like it's some conspiracy meeting. He goes on about how we're idiots to put our campsite so close when there's so much room, and how he's there to enjoy the solitude, not to have neighbors, and how we should have had the decency to set up further away, and how we can move the start because any decent orienteer would be able to find the new location if we put up a sign. This is said with a lot of anger, and in a way that says, "I'm not asking, I'm ordering." He is nothing but rude, and I tell him so after he cuts me off for the third time. There is finally a pause and I say, "Hi, nice to meet you, my name's Cristina," with the idea that a fresh start might make the experience more pleasant. He actually responds with the same, but then goes right back into railing us for being so inconsiderate.
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| Note | |
| The guy had a reasonable request, and if he'd just walked over and said, "hi, my name's dave... would you guys mind moving down the road a hundred yards?" then it would have been no problem. The thing is, he didn't, and he continued to be a problem even after our rude introduction. His crazy dog, that he insisted wouldn't attack anyone, was left unleashed and started going for Pete Cowgill, aged 82, during the event on Saturday. It wasn't until Pete said, "if he gets closer I'll kill him" that WBA called the dog back. On top of the attitude, this guy seems to be permanently camped at his location, probably violating FS policy. Peg took pictures and turned them into the FS and they are checking him out. I just hope I never see him again.
And that was definitely not a deserving portrait. He was indescribably rude. I have pushed so much of the conversation out of my mind that I just can't recreate it. | ||