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Saturday Aug 5, 2017 #
Note
sweltering the lat few days, lots of sweat and not much exercise
En route to Warsaw now.
En route to Warsaw now.
Thursday Aug 3, 2017 #
Note
Splashed out on a massage in Ljubljana. According to the master, leg muscles are dehydrated leading to tightness. Right calf maybe tore a little in the past (?), leading to less circulation to the ankle, and should be looked after to avoid future problems. Probably was unnecessary, but felt sensible.
Wednesday Aug 2, 2017 #
running 45:00 [2] 6.3 km (7:09 / km)
Staying three nights in Idrija to recover and do a little maths before heading north. Probably ten years since my last visit to this town sitting on the world's second largest known mercury deposits. Lots of interesting old buildings around.
Went for a jog along the rake, an aqueduct channeling water to a 14m diameter water wheel which pumps water up from a 280m deep mine shaft and deposits it in the Idrija river. Or at least, did in times past. Left the flat path a few times to go into the woods and later to find a swimming spot.
Sweltering out again today.
Went for a jog along the rake, an aqueduct channeling water to a 14m diameter water wheel which pumps water up from a 280m deep mine shaft and deposits it in the Idrija river. Or at least, did in times past. Left the flat path a few times to go into the woods and later to find a swimming spot.
Sweltering out again today.
5 PM
running 5 [0] 6.38 km (1 / km) +202m 1 / km
Sunday Jul 30, 2017 #
Note
I should also log my 4/5 OOcup races this past week. And I probably ought to train before marathons.
7 AM
trail run race 8:11:47 [4] 46.12 km (10:40 / km) +3289m 7:52 / km
Trail Delle Orchidee.
route
I guess one should do a marathon every 19 or 18 years. The last one was in Dublin in 1999, 3:51. It was more painful. This one turned into a mighty struggle though after km 30 or so. Thanks Shane, who ran away from me after 17km or so and did an excellent 6h38.
An interesting section of the course -- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xtEFsT1Zeic&t=309s
Ham and cheese and bananas for breakfast in the gym hall, 4.50ish. Packed up and on the shuttle from Ampezzo up the hill to Rifugio Tita Piaz at Passo Pura (1417m) at 6am.
Light raincoat, water, sports drink, peach, 250g prosciutto, 100g chocolate, cereal bar, thermal, o-pants, socks, space blanket, whistle, bandage, phone... in the bag and we were ready to go.
Photo of Shane and Neil to be inserted here!
But was the mountain ready for us?
Gentle pace out from the start, running until the first climb began. Strolling up, Shane and I found fine walking sticks that would serve us well. The first 580m of climb to Passo Zauf (2000m) went fine. We overtook some people on the controlled descent to the first drinks station at around 10km.
The ascent of Clap Savon began. 800m up to 2462m. After a moderate part and a peach, it got steep. Everyone walking here, we were slightly stuck in a rain, difficult to overtake. Shane pushed and did, was a bit ahead before we hit the ridge at around 2200m, where I overtook a few and got some space. Ridge running was lovely, could open up the legs a bit and caught Shane after the wee downhill. My shoulders were cold and upper back all a bit stiff by this stage. Up a scree slope to THE ridge. Alpine rescue were out and ropes were in place, so across we went, crouching and a little nervous. I kept the blinkers on, especially across the gap with a rescueman roped in to catch us if we slipped. Made it through alive and then it was an easy 50m climb up to the summit where Shane was waiting to ring the bell.
The guts of 800m down again, the first part on scree where, once one recalled one's skiing technique, wasn't too bad, then a bit on rather slippery mud... Shane dropped me on this, saw him one last time at the food and drink station at km17, 1700m. I gobbled cheese, bread and jam, cheese, must remember what else.
Slow leaving the aid station, but felt completely fresh. Others around seemed a bit faster at least on the gentle uphill road. Then we got back to some trails, rolling, no views with the cloud that had set in.
End of part I.
route
I guess one should do a marathon every 19 or 18 years. The last one was in Dublin in 1999, 3:51. It was more painful. This one turned into a mighty struggle though after km 30 or so. Thanks Shane, who ran away from me after 17km or so and did an excellent 6h38.
An interesting section of the course -- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xtEFsT1Zeic&t=309s
Ham and cheese and bananas for breakfast in the gym hall, 4.50ish. Packed up and on the shuttle from Ampezzo up the hill to Rifugio Tita Piaz at Passo Pura (1417m) at 6am.
Light raincoat, water, sports drink, peach, 250g prosciutto, 100g chocolate, cereal bar, thermal, o-pants, socks, space blanket, whistle, bandage, phone... in the bag and we were ready to go.
Photo of Shane and Neil to be inserted here!
But was the mountain ready for us?
Gentle pace out from the start, running until the first climb began. Strolling up, Shane and I found fine walking sticks that would serve us well. The first 580m of climb to Passo Zauf (2000m) went fine. We overtook some people on the controlled descent to the first drinks station at around 10km.
The ascent of Clap Savon began. 800m up to 2462m. After a moderate part and a peach, it got steep. Everyone walking here, we were slightly stuck in a rain, difficult to overtake. Shane pushed and did, was a bit ahead before we hit the ridge at around 2200m, where I overtook a few and got some space. Ridge running was lovely, could open up the legs a bit and caught Shane after the wee downhill. My shoulders were cold and upper back all a bit stiff by this stage. Up a scree slope to THE ridge. Alpine rescue were out and ropes were in place, so across we went, crouching and a little nervous. I kept the blinkers on, especially across the gap with a rescueman roped in to catch us if we slipped. Made it through alive and then it was an easy 50m climb up to the summit where Shane was waiting to ring the bell.
The guts of 800m down again, the first part on scree where, once one recalled one's skiing technique, wasn't too bad, then a bit on rather slippery mud... Shane dropped me on this, saw him one last time at the food and drink station at km17, 1700m. I gobbled cheese, bread and jam, cheese, must remember what else.
Slow leaving the aid station, but felt completely fresh. Others around seemed a bit faster at least on the gentle uphill road. Then we got back to some trails, rolling, no views with the cloud that had set in.
End of part I.