Training Archive: PGIn the 7 days ending 2007-07-21:
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Friday Jul 20 | ||
| trail running 1:03:01 [4] | |
| weight:133.5lbs shoes: Montrail | ||
| Oh, I needed that.
Up to the power line, then over towards the gate, did the bridle path loop, and back. Good effort, progressively harder. No pack, no walking, felt like running a race, hurt, felt good. Definitely needed after doing nothing for 3 days except stuffing myself. FDF note -- lots of kills as usual, but shouldn't wear a pink shirt. Don't think they got me, but had to swat a couple. Off to Vermont for the weekend chez Fritz. | ||
Wednesday Jul 18 | ||
| Note | |
| weight:132lbs | ||
| Decided it was time for an easy week. And to catch up with some work at the office. | ||
Tuesday Jul 17 | ||
| hike (with pack,10 pounds) 59:00 [1] | |
| slept:6.0 weight:130.5lbs shoes: Montrail | ||
| One of those days when you just feel like crap. Warm and humid, but not really hot nor really humid, plan was a round with the wealthy N in Southampton and then a stop on the way home for an out and back on the Mt. Tom range. I was already feeling beat by the time we were done in Southampton, so I figured I needed more fuel, so a stop for something to eat and drink. Got over to the south end of Mt. Tom, headed up, and felt hot, tired, no energy. But plugged away, got up to the towers, then it was time to start running.
And for the next 15 minutes the running got scaled back more and more, as did the goal, which had started out as the Connecticut River (6 miles each way) and finally ended up as the top of the old ski area, maybe a mile and a half each way, if that. And when I got there, I figured, maybe I'm just still depleted, so I drank a bunch more, and ate an energy bar, and just stood around for a while trying to attract FDFs, no luck there either. And eventually trudged back to the towers and jogged slowly down the scree back to the car. Good for pounding on the feet, not much else. Got home, thought I might still be depleted, ate and drank a bunch more, then had dinner, then ate and drank a bunch more. Definitely no longer depleted. I believe the correct term is bloated. Severely bloated. I suppose this is one of those days that will make other days good by comparison. One bit of good news, beautiful views all along the top of the cliffs, but then am I ever going to get a camera? If I do, it will need to be pretty indestructible, given my clumsiness. | ||
Monday Jul 16 | ||
| biking 2:38:16 [3]42.8 mi (3:42 / mi) | |
| weight:132lbs | ||
| Nice ride up in the hills to the west of the valley, one main climb getting up to Goshen. Route. Nice steady effort without overdoing it.
Plus the usual rogaine practice, soixante-quartorze. Incroyable. | ||
| C • Avoir vous a change votre nom au Tigre? 1 | ||
Sunday Jul 15 | ||
| trail running 54:06 [4]5.5 mi (9:50 / mi) +550m 4:40 / km | |
| max:180 slept:7.0 weight:131lbs shoes: Montrail | ||
Went down to Somers, CT, with Phil to run the Soapstone Assault, a loop around the bottom of Soapstone Mt. interspersed with 6 climbs up it and 5 descents (so you finish at the top of the lookout tower).
And how did it go? Let's just say (1) I was the only one with a blue cap on, and (2) I won, not just over the FDFs (about 40-0), but the race too. :-) Coincidence? I think not. Actually, I ran pretty well, no daydraming at all. First trail race in almost a year. Handicapped start by age and sex, using a system like the Dipsea, and as I checked out the small and weak field I figured my main competition was Deb Livingston (a very good trail runner, would beat me handily when I was racing last year, and, as I found out later and very enviously, is heading off in a month to race the ultra around Mont Blanc), whom I had a 5-minute headstart on, or maybe some unknown young guy, who I had 11 minutes on. Phil? Anything he would gain going up I could get back going down, and I had a 5-minute head start on him. Clint? I had a 10-minute headstart. I may be old and slow, but I've been doing some hill training and the legs are getting stronger. It was a strange feeling running the race in that I was by myself the whole time (passed two really old folks very early on), but because of the 5 up-and-downs, you'd pass anyone 5 or 6 minutes ahead of or behind you. So each time coming down, I'd keep hoping to see Deb as late as possible. On hill 1, I was maybe 2 minutes down from the top, on hill 2, maybe 1:45, on hill 3 maybe 1:45 again (that's better!), on hill 4 maybe 1:50 (better still, first time I was feeling confident), on hill 5 maybe 2 minutes or a little more. And nobody else in sight. So I dawdled just a touch going up the last really steep hill, but when it flattened out towards to top it occured to me that the elapsed time between her and me might be close, so I put out a good effort for the last couple hundred yards and up the fire tower. Got her on the elapsed by 13 seconds. And then some guy came in a little later, 52+ elapsed, so I think I was second for that. But the race was clearly, first to the top. And first is first, even in a weak field. So that makes the third time in roughly 30 years that I have won a running race, no orienteering involved. All are somewhat bogus. The first was the original M&M Trail Half Marathon sometime in the late 70s, hilly and rocky trails from the Mass Pike underpass north to Goat Peak. Field of about a dozen, Roland Cormier was clearly the best, but as it turned out he is even more scared of heights than I am, and so when the trail got close to the cliffs he would take some bushwhacking detour. I think I was ahead of him at the end, but in any case he missed the last turn up to the Goat Peak firetower and he came in half an hour after me, having done a lot more than 13 miles. The race was memorable for one more thing -- nobody was at the finish, take your own time, write it down on a clipboard. Not exactly finishing to cheering crowds.... The second one was a one-time event, the Power Line Power Hour. This was a spin-off of the Power Line Power Climb, 800' climb in 8/10 of a mile up the telephone line trail on the NE side of Mt. Toby, as painful a race as any I know because you could run the whole thing, but boy it hurt. The race existed for a few years, but then faded away, maybe it was after the year when a guy saw it in some race calendar, drove out two hours from Boston, only to discover that he had missed the decimel point and it was not an 8 mile race. So then my old rogaine partner Fred dreamed up the PLPH, how many round trips (or half round trips) could you make in an hour. I think there were three entries, Fred, me, and some other guy who did one round trip and packed it in. I did 3 in about 53 minutes (i.e. 2400' up and 2400' down, 4.8 miles), Fred did 3 in about 58, so I claimed a victory. Again, no one at the finish line. And then today, where there actually were 3 or 4 folks at the finish! And at this rate I should be ready for my fourth triumph in another decade or so. It will have to be really bogus. | ||
| C • Yeah, but you cleared out most... 2 | ||
| trail running 27:00 [2] | |
| shoes: Montrail | ||
| Warm-up loop of about 20 minutes on the trail around the base of Soapstone, a very good idea, both to check out all the turns, and to warm up.
Plus a jog down from the top afterwards. | ||
| Note | |
| Splits (around, up, down)
Climb 1 - 1:40, 4:32, 2:20 Climb 2 - 3:56, 5:05, 2:44 Climb 3 - 1:36, 4:45, 2:51 Climb 4 - 1:43, 3:42, 2:22 Climb 5 - 5:49, 3:00, 1:23 Climb 6 - 1:27, 5:10 | ||
