Training Log Archive: Trav

Crisp post-office party trot around the valley with Trix. Hibernation speed.

SMT with a big crew running at well beyond hibernation pace. I waved off the hard bits except, of course, K2--though I made it up DFL--but,hey, I'm hibernating. Frankenjack, unschooled in the Rule, failed to come back for me. I forgive him, but the forlorn feeling of abandonment has been, even as I write this, hard to shake. NP and Turbo did what was right, but still you'd think, being the class athlete that he is, that Frankenjack would simply intuit the No Man Left Behind clause.

The quadripeds had a classic hyperspeed go of it. Hammer and I pondered whether all dogs should be permitted to dash around off a leash and have their own bash-on-regardless runs. Maybe it should be a right. Maybe there should even be an organization that advocates for that right. Maybe it should be called People for the Epical Treatment of Animals. Just a thought.

C • PETA 5

Easy hibernation-class run around the valley. T Rix continued to hunt all forms of mammal.

Most rainy run in a long time. Had drag T Rix, Anger Puppy, out with me. If I'm going to run in the run, so is she. Builds character. And resentment.

Ride to work on my new bike, Spike. Spike 8 actually. I have had 6 bikes stolen, am giving my 7th to my nephew and now I have Spike the 8th. Or, as Balogna, in classic AP mashup style, would have it: Speighk. Balogna, too, is getting a new bike but delivery is at a time, regrettably, to be determined.

This new machine is smooooooth.

C • Speighk 17

Commute home on the rail trail in a losing battle against daylight.