Training Archive: PGIn the 7 days ending 2007-09-15:
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Saturday Sep 15 | ||
| trail running 41:27 [3] | |
| weight:135lbs shoes: Montrail #2 | ||
| Up to the power line (17:41), and then a little farther. The idea was to see how far up the steep part I could run, though that would have taken more willpower than was available today, so I guess I ran as far up as I could today, under the rule that only a modest amount of pain and suffering was allowed. Made it this far, top of the short really steep pitch just after the trail changes to single track. And right there happened to a nice spot for a campfire, a ring of stones already there, never noticed it before.
On the way up I was thinking about the run, and not feeling very excited about it, and trying to think up a reason to stop short, say at the power line, but not really coming up with anything. On the way down the mind was free to wander, and it wandered back to the course this morning, and the guy I was playing with brought along the son of a guy that works for him, let's call the son "Tom" (because that really is his name....). Tom is a good golfer, plays for the local high school team. As it so happens, I'd met him before, the day before the Pawtuckaway weekend when I was playing with Charlie and Gail, and Tom was right behind us, and he waited for us to get off the green, but not for us to get very far away from the green. And when instead of hitting a nice soft shot to the green, he (mis)hit a low screamer that took a couple of bounces before nailing the cart that Gail was sitting in. Missed her by a couple of feet. So I waited for Tom to get closer, expecting that the first words out of his mouth would be "I'm sorry," preferably said several times, but his first words were actually a self-excusing and self-serving, "I waited until you were off the green." And then after a bit of a lecture from me, which I think Charlie would agree was reasonably restrained under the circumstances, the best he could do was a very tentative and not very sincere, "All right, I'm sorry." And when I reported Tom to the pro, the pro said he knew exactly who I was talking about, there had been problems before and he'd deal with it. So here I am 8 days later, about to spend several hours with him, and I wasn't happy about it, but I couldn't think of any way out. So I walk up to Tom and say something to the effect of, "Look, I'm putting everything from a few days ago behind me and starting over." Because I figured people have cut me enough slack over the years when I've been a jerk, and I ought to do the same. And we had a pleasant round, and some decent conversation. Though I still won't trust him absent evidence of a lot more good behavior. Now, I didn't tell my friend (the boss of Tom's dad) about the previous run-in. Don't know if i should have or not. | ||
| C • Tom 2 | ||
Friday Sep 14 | ||
| trail running 39:45 [3] | |
| weight:134lbs shoes: Montrail #2 | ||
| Stopped at the Notch on the way home after a round with Charlie at the Ledges. Was not feeling energetic. Sat there, thought about it, decided the 65-70 minute run I had planned just wasn't what I wanted to do, I'd run later at home. Started the car back up, pulled out of the parking place, shifted into drive, and thought a little more, puled into a different parking place and got myself together and went a did a shorter version.
Out to Rattlesnake Knob (21:15) and back (18:30). Legs were dead. No snakes at the Knob, at least none out in the open, nor did any appear when I did a face-plant 20 meters into my return trip when I was certainly vulnerable for a few moments. Major intellectual accomplishment of the run was the realization that my 3 1/2 month scientific experiment was over and that I needed to remember to make the final measurement when I got home. Which I have now done. And so I can announce the results -- My right thumbnail grows 1 millimeter every 10 days. Aren't you glad you know that? Isn't that exciting? And aren't you wondering how I figured it out? So I'll tell you! And the secret here, like with some other famous scientific discoveries, is a brilliant mind taking advantage of a chance opportunity. The chance opportunity was a fall at the Big Muddy Rogaine on May 27, early morning on Sunday, caught myself with my right hand, a bit harder than I cared for, wrist was a little sore and the thumb a little bruised. And a little later there was a dark spot, a bit of dried blood I assume, at the lower left corner of the nail. So that was the chance part. And that little spot has just about grown out, with one more nail cutting it will be gone. And the brilliant mind part was thinking, gee, if I measure the distance, and count the days, and do a little higher math.... And now maybe you're thinking, Why do I read PG's log? | ||
| C • that's EXACTLY why I read PG's log, & furthermore... 2 | ||
Thursday Sep 13 | ||
| track 19:48 [4]4.8 km (4:07 / km) | |
| shoes: Montrail #2 | ||
| First time at the track in 5 months and only second time this year. Running the yellow course on Sunday at a decent tempo got me thinking it was time to ratchet up the training a little, and this fit in nicely as it is about as benign as you can get for an iffy ankle.
4 x 1200 on an 8-minute cycle, with active recovery (about 8 minute pace for the roughly 3 minutes in between). Hoped to be no worse than 7-minute pace (i.e. 5:15 for the 1200s), pleasantly surprised to do 5:01, 4:59, 4:56, and 4:52. Nothing great but you have to start somewhere. Ankle hurt for the first couple minutes warming up, then was ok. | ||
| track 17:44 [2]2.0 mi (8:52 / mi) | |
| shoes: Montrail #2 | ||
| A little before, a little after, plus in between.
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| Note | |
| And then afterwards a stop at Hillside Pizza, tried the special, Asiago Almond Pesto with Fresh tomatos, mushrooms, and onions. Very tasty, and enough left for tomorrow night too!
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Wednesday Sep 12 | ||
| trail running 51:56 [3] | |
| shoes: Montrail #2 | ||
| From the gate up to the top of Toby via the race course (28:56), back via the hairpin, link, second quarter of power line power climb, and the last bit f the Robert Frost (23:00).
Ankle was iffy. Was ok at rogaine practice early this morning, but the first couple hundred yards on the run was quite painful. But it eased up and was pretty benign the rest of the way. I was being pretty careful coming down, still rolled it just a bit once but not much. I must have been spending a good bit of mental effort on watching my footing, because when I finished it occurred to me that I couldn't remember thinking about much of anything during the run. Usually I do some pretty serious daydreaming. But then it occurred to me that in fact I had been thinking a whole lot about the relay, I'd just already forgotten about it. (-: Ah, but I remember a little. Like, I was wondering who was on the fab four all-chick 12-point DVOA team. And if the Childs family was coming, was papa Carl or number one son Andrew going to run the anchor leg (and figuring Andrew ought to, but maybe Carl's ego would get in the way of that). And if any team had a prayer of topping CSU's #1 4-point team with its surprise line-up. And how JJ better remember to bring the loudspeaker. And how I sure hope the weather is better than it was yesterday. And probably a bunch of other stuff that I can't remember. Oh well.... | ||
Tuesday Sep 11 | ||
| road running 45:13 [3]4.5 km (10:03 / km) +250m 7:52 / km | |
| weight:135lbs shoes: Montrail #2 | ||
| Down to Osbornedale again for some last bit of field-checking and to test run one of the courses. Seemed pretty good, and time was about what I hoped for under the circumstances -- forgot my compass, wore my rogaine glasses so ok to read the map but bad distance vision because it was pouring, and a couple of minutes of errors. Also tweaking my right ankle pretty good, seem to have been doing that a bunch of times in the last three months, take the next 4 or 5 steps on the other foot, then carefully start using it again, and then within several minutes it was mostly ok, but a little sore now afterwards.
Did I say pouring? Raining moderately all the way down, though it eased up for a few minutes just as I got there. Still rather light when I started, but within a couple of minutes it started coming down hard, and it just kept raining really hard for the next half hour. No big deal as it wasn't cold, just quite remarkable. Then spent a little time fieldchecking the course for the junior junior relay, then changed to head home, poured all the way home too. 
For those of you looking for a little advantage for the relay, here is my route. | ||
| trail running 10:00 [2] | |
| shoes: Montrail | ||
| While fieldchecking White course points.
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| Note | |
| After leaving Osbornedale I stopped at a rather gloomy looking pizza place to get something to eat, maybe it looked gloomy because it was dark and raining and I had to drive through a foot of water to get to a parking spot, or maybe it looked gloomy because inside it really was gloomy, everything was old -- the owner, the couple other customers, the furnishings, even the reading material, a selection of National Geographics from the early 90s. I picked one with a article about Iraq, NG's standard superficial treatment, but still an interesting historical map of Mesopotamia going back to about 5,000BC, and chronicling the various changes in "governing bodies" over the centuries. Also some stuff on all the archeological sites, explored and unexplored. I wonder how many of them have been trashed.
Anyway, all of this seemed relevant because I spent the 2 hours down and the 2 hours back listening to the Senate hearings on Iraq. And my first observation, which confirmed an earlier one from some prior hearings, was that Joe Biden is never going to be president, never, no way, he just loves to talk too much and he doesn't seem to have any idea how foolish he sounds. He may be smart, but his only hope is to get his lips sewn together, and that ain't going to happen, he just loves to talk too much. And my next observation was that we're stuck with basically the status quo for another year, because W will do what the general says (and the general says what he assumes W will go for) and the Dems don't have the nerve or the votes to vote it down. As I said, it was a gloomy day.... | ||
| C • So? 10 | ||
| C • Look at what I found... 6 | ||
Monday Sep 10 | ||
| road running 37:40 [3]4.5 mi (8:22 / mi) | |
| weight:134.5lbs shoes: Montrail #2 | ||
| With Dave, along the river to the town line (19:27) and back (18:13). Legs totally dead to start, a little more energy on the way back. Sure wouldn't have run if Dave hadn't shown up. Light rain.
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Sunday Sep 9 | ||
| orienteering 15:07 [4]2.1 km (7:12 / km) +75m 6:06 / km | |
| shoes: Montrail | ||
| I wasn't feeling very enthusiastic about heading back out into the wilds again, and I didn't want to put my O' shoes back on because of a blister issue, so I checked out the White course, too easy, and the Orange course, definitely too hard, but then the Yellow course looked just right. So I ran it, good tempo run, just the right choice.
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| trail running 15:00 [2] | |
| shoes: Montrail | ||
| And then a cool-down watching Meg Parson do part of the same course.
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Blue Day 1 - Splits | ||
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