Training Archive: PGIn the 7 days ending 2007-08-04:
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Saturday Aug 4 | ||
| trail running 37:27 [4] 4.6 mi (8:09 / mi) | |
| In Durham, NH, visiting my second cousin Rich Davisson, went for an early run (definitely not a jog, for me at least) with his daughter Katy, Williams '05, now a med student at UVM, sounded like she knew Ross and Sam pretty well, small world....
Paved road for a bit, then trails, then the bit of paved at the end. She had said any pace was ok as long as it wasn't faster than 7:30. I don't think we were any slower than that either, which is fast for me these days, and I was working a good bit harder than I felt like doing at 7 am. After we were done, I mentioned that she was setting a faster pace than I would have set on my own, and her response was she was just trying to keep up to me. The mental games we play.... But at least the legs felt ok during and ok afterwards. I'm thinking it might be time to start easing back into track workouts and the local 5K XC races, at least if the weather cools off a bit. More research on the FDFs. I had on my usual cap, usual blue tape, usual sticky stuff, usual outcome, I think this time the score was 51-0. She had on a bright blue singlet, no cap, and her score was pretty close to 0-0. Meaning, they weren't bothering her at all. What gives? Do the FDFs find scrawny old guys that much more appealing than pretty young blondes? Route. | ||
Wednesday Aug 1 | ||
| biking 1:02:04 [3] 19.0 mi (3:16 / mi) | |
| weight:134.5lbs | ||
| Down River Road to Hatfield and back, only hills were twice over the bridge over the Connecticut River and back up the driveway at the end. Wanted to do a few intervals, something I'd never tried on a bike before, other than the natural intervals of hilly terrain. So I did 6 x half a mile, one time got up to about 24-25 mph, the others about 21-22, all compared to the 17-18 base pace. The end of each half mile couldn't come soon enough! And to think that the top guys ride at about 32-33 for an hour.
The one thing I forgot to try was to see how fast I could get going, Doubt it would have been much more than 25. Not sure I will try this again, reasonably unpleasant! Diet is a disaster.... | ||
| C • G 6 | ||
| C • Quicker than that 13 | ||
Sunday Jul 29 | ||
| run/hike (with pack, 6 pounds) 1:42:18 [2] 9.4 mi (10:53 / mi) | |
| weight:133lbs shoes: Montrail | ||
| On the Appalachian Trail north of route 9 in Dalton, to the outlet of Gore Pond and back. Lots of roots and rocks. Run/hike going out (and up), 56:35, run back, 45:43, all at a relaxed tempo. Warm, humid, soaking wet by halfway. Good to get out.
Passed two guys with very heavy packs heading north. On my return trip I stopped and chatted for a moment. They turned out to be father and son, with son doing the whole AT and father joining him for Massachusetts and a little of Vermont. Son was tall, strong, and friendly, with a mammoth pack. Father a little shorter, a less imposing pack, but an extra 20 pounds or more of belly to carry. The vibes seemed very good, made me envious (and thinking of what never was). Father wanted to know if I'd fallen much, and I could answer in all honesty that I hadn't yet gone down today even though I usually fell a lot. More than once he said how cool he thought it was that I (apparently a very old guy) was out there running. I think we were both a little envious. Father also wanted to know how far it was to the next shelter/water. He couldn't have asked a better person, as at that point my personal GPS (the one between my ears) was really working well. On the way out I'd been totally out of contact with the map most of the way. The AT is on the map, but totally wrong. It wasn't until about 40 minutes in that I knew exactly where I was, but then the rest of the way I had the trail mapped perfectly. Trail map. ------------------- I was out in Dalton because I'd been doing some serious rogaine practice in Pittsfield, playing in a tournament, mainly as a way to get access to a really nice private course by one of great old architects, A. W. Tillinghast. Three days of serious golf, and while my golf was shaky at times, my behavior was very good. Especially when it was over and I went up to both the pro and his assistant and complimented them for the various things I thought they had done well (and they really had done well, under difficult weather conditions). And they were both so pleased to get thanks instead of the complaints that are probably what they hear most of the time. So I left feeling quite good about myself.... | ||
| C • bad mapping 9 | ||
| C • Please tell Gail 1 | ||
