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Thursday May 25, 2006 #
trail running 1:05:11 [3]
rhr:49 weight:133lbs shoes: Air Max Trail 09/05
Strange run. I had in mind to do the direct route (from aid station #1/#5 to #3) up to the top of Mt. Toby -- the usual up to the power line, and then another 700' vertical that gets steeper and steeper. I'm not sure if I've ever run the whole thing, but I thought I'd see how far I could get.
Well, I wasn't feeling very strong. The upper part divides easily into three parts, and I made it a little ways into the second part before throwing in the towel. Normally I would have just started walking and hiked the rest, but I didn't even feel like that, so I just stood there for a few minutes, trying to decide what to do to salvage the run. And the idea popped into my mind, how about 60 seconds running, 60 seconds rest, until you're at the top or you croak again.
So not quite 6 of those, the last couple very steep, and I was at the top, and feeling much less discouraged. Came back via the top 3/4 of the phone line trail (heading NE off the summit), then cut over to the race course and home that way. Still not feeling real good (dehydrated, I think), but I cranked the pace up on the last bit down from the power line, why I do not know, but at least it meant the run was over sooner.
Continuing the series, the Zala Cup in Hungary in 1983.
Well, I wasn't feeling very strong. The upper part divides easily into three parts, and I made it a little ways into the second part before throwing in the towel. Normally I would have just started walking and hiked the rest, but I didn't even feel like that, so I just stood there for a few minutes, trying to decide what to do to salvage the run. And the idea popped into my mind, how about 60 seconds running, 60 seconds rest, until you're at the top or you croak again.
So not quite 6 of those, the last couple very steep, and I was at the top, and feeling much less discouraged. Came back via the top 3/4 of the phone line trail (heading NE off the summit), then cut over to the race course and home that way. Still not feeling real good (dehydrated, I think), but I cranked the pace up on the last bit down from the power line, why I do not know, but at least it meant the run was over sooner.
Continuing the series, the Zala Cup in Hungary in 1983.