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Sunday Dec 30, 2012 #
run 1:24:00 [3]
4th annual WoH. Perfect blue bird day. Plenty of fresh pow. About 45 people came out for the tour of the falls. Wonderful to be able to show folks around the nooks and crannies of our little slice of Carolinian winter wonderland. Great map from Hammer. A special birthday shoutout to GHO Slow.
Then the usual Dutch soup, bagels and waffles (I've decided to take on a new alter ego as a Marvel Comics superhero called The Waffler, with young Liam as my chirpy, save-the-day sidekick, Batter).
Apologies to Bent and Zoolander for the worst coffee ever made at the hottage courtesy of Duane. And, yes, I'm using his real name because that's how bad it was. 2 teaspoons of coffee grounds will NOT make 10 cups of coffee.
Then the usual Dutch soup, bagels and waffles (I've decided to take on a new alter ego as a Marvel Comics superhero called The Waffler, with young Liam as my chirpy, save-the-day sidekick, Batter).
Apologies to Bent and Zoolander for the worst coffee ever made at the hottage courtesy of Duane. And, yes, I'm using his real name because that's how bad it was. 2 teaspoons of coffee grounds will NOT make 10 cups of coffee.
Saturday Dec 29, 2012 #
Snowshoe Raid 1:30:00 [3]
Snowshoes! with Hammer. Perfect conditions. Braids, Head Smashed in Deer Jump, Gopher High, Balogna's unnamed climb to the Bruce and then Snowshoe, Forest, Snowshoe.
Super may have showed up, but we didn't wait to find out.
Super may have showed up, but we didn't wait to find out.
Friday Dec 28, 2012 #
run 55:00 [3]
Winter wonderland family run. Quiet and creaky in the woods.
Thursday Dec 27, 2012 #
run 1:06:25 [3]
10 miles is harder than 10km. Especially when it's snowing, windy, icey and generally ferocious out there.
PH and D Bag again made up the posse, PH not sounding so enthusiastic around mile 4 and D Bag going alarmingly quiet on us at about the same time. Still, got to the half way point at 32:15 and that was encouraging. PH had said something about a negative split and, believing him, I started figuring on a 64 minute 10 miler, which would have been terrific in these circumstances.
But then...but then I decide to get all flashy and swing off the course and high five all the fine Waddingtons that are happily waving on Longwood. And as I leave the road and hit the sidewalk, the world stops being reliable. I am instantly flattened by the sidewalk ice. Here is the scene, captured by AG!, just as it is happening:
Note PH running off, pretending not to be aware, notwithstanding the cries of shock and terror that went up from the crowd.
It happened all so quickly that I can only think that I got caught in some kind of mind tractor beam emanating from, well, I hate to say this, but, well, look at Sue. Just look. Tell me that she isn't somehow implicated in this disaster. Just sayin'.
In any event, I got up as fast as any chagrined bonehead racer can and ran off like a humiliated deer being chased by a pack of Vizslas. These little Westdale plots can't keep me down. But that was the end of PH. I still had some fight in me, but not enough to stay with him.
The climb up to the golf course was harsh in the extreme and the last mile turns out to be a lot longer than the last kilometer. Once again, the wisdom of going metric comes clear to me.
Happy to have finished in 1:06:25. Under ideal conditions, I could see taking a minute or 90 seconds off this time, but not much more. The NB 110 winters did a superb job, except for that bit on Longwood when my shoes and I were up against forces that just overwhelmed our defences.
D Bag fetched up lame. Pulled something. Still. For a guy who hobbled in on one leg, finishing in 1:10 and change is quite a feat.
PH and D Bag again made up the posse, PH not sounding so enthusiastic around mile 4 and D Bag going alarmingly quiet on us at about the same time. Still, got to the half way point at 32:15 and that was encouraging. PH had said something about a negative split and, believing him, I started figuring on a 64 minute 10 miler, which would have been terrific in these circumstances.
But then...but then I decide to get all flashy and swing off the course and high five all the fine Waddingtons that are happily waving on Longwood. And as I leave the road and hit the sidewalk, the world stops being reliable. I am instantly flattened by the sidewalk ice. Here is the scene, captured by AG!, just as it is happening:
Note PH running off, pretending not to be aware, notwithstanding the cries of shock and terror that went up from the crowd.
It happened all so quickly that I can only think that I got caught in some kind of mind tractor beam emanating from, well, I hate to say this, but, well, look at Sue. Just look. Tell me that she isn't somehow implicated in this disaster. Just sayin'.
In any event, I got up as fast as any chagrined bonehead racer can and ran off like a humiliated deer being chased by a pack of Vizslas. These little Westdale plots can't keep me down. But that was the end of PH. I still had some fight in me, but not enough to stay with him.
The climb up to the golf course was harsh in the extreme and the last mile turns out to be a lot longer than the last kilometer. Once again, the wisdom of going metric comes clear to me.
Happy to have finished in 1:06:25. Under ideal conditions, I could see taking a minute or 90 seconds off this time, but not much more. The NB 110 winters did a superb job, except for that bit on Longwood when my shoes and I were up against forces that just overwhelmed our defences.
D Bag fetched up lame. Pulled something. Still. For a guy who hobbled in on one leg, finishing in 1:10 and change is quite a feat.
Wednesday Dec 26, 2012 #
run 20:00 [3]
Warm up for the 10 miler with D Bag and PH
Monday Dec 24, 2012 #
run 1:10:00 [3]
Good Christmas Eve morning run with Trix. I love it in the valley this time of year.
Note
Hey! Call out for Spinal Tap viewing at the Hottage Boxing Day eve. We can watch it via iTunes or see if Hammer and Etoile still have their Director's Cut version, given that they are scholars of the Tap. We propose 7pm given that it's a school night.