Training Log Archive: PG

Because her boss says she can't go out alone given the high water, and she couldn't find anyone else without an excuse not to go, I seem to have been recruited to keep Alex from drowning while she goes to check her temperature loggers along various tributaries of the Westfield River to see if they are still there or have been swept away. I do not believe I will be electrocuting any fish.

Hopefully all the roads (those little dirt backroads) aren't closed and we will be able to get to a few sites, the loggers are still there, and we don't drown. Especially the last item.

C • I guess you found some despite the deluge... 2

After a day spent trying out a new profession -- chauffeur to beautiful young women -- I decided that as excellent an occupation as that might be, it didn't do much for my cardio-vascular system, and a little training was called for. Alex headed off for the Northampton 5K XC, but that was way too vigorous a prospect for my fragile legs (after yesterday's dalliance at the track). So I headed over to the gate for a little jog on the trails of Mt. Toby.

And as I was quite pleased that I was out doing something, the mantra for the run was, "Go as slow as you like." And I sauntered along, first flat, then steadily up for a while, and the legs actually felt OK. The front of the legs, that is, the quads. No problem going up, though I was not pushing the pace. The back of the legs were feeling tender from yesterday, so I was extremely sensible and didn't push the pace going down either.

What a nice way to train!