Training Archive: PGIn the 7 days ending 2008-02-23:
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Friday Feb 22 | ||
| track 29:20 [3]3.8 mi (7:43 / mi) | |
| shoes: Asics trail | ||
| A short pre-breakfast run at the Smith indoor track, included 5x200, just intended to start trying to get the legs used to moving a little faster, even though the legs felt like I lifted too many elephants yesterday. 46.7, 46.7, 44.5, 43.4, 43.3, all with 200 between. Was planning on 8 reps, but this seemed like enough.
Then a visit with the urologist in Springfield. Biopsy next week to see if anything bad is happening. One step at a time. Got a ticket last night to go to the Flying Pig, non-stop Hartford-Columbus for $161 round trip. Seemed like a good price, a couple hundred cheaper than flying into Cincinnati. | ||
| C • Columbus 4 | ||
Thursday Feb 21 | ||
| nautilus 1:00:00 [1] | |
Actually that's for January. This month should be fewer elephants, but then it's a shorter month. | ||
| Note | |
| Internet access at work conked out mid-morning and stayed out for the rest of the day. Glad I don't use web-based software. I couldn't file any returns but I could keep creating them. Hopefully it gets fixed tomorrow, the Verizon guy is supposed to be hand, finally.
It does feel weird to be so isolated. No e-mail, no AP, no news, and even no access to the IRS or a few other places for research. Strange. Just like normal a decade ago. | ||
Wednesday Feb 20 | ||
| Note | |
| A very cool drive home down 91 watching the lunar eclipse unfold, significant change in the 15 minutes it took to get home. Perfectly clear night for watching the rest of it.
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| C • eclipse 3 | ||
| road running 55:13 [3]7.06 mi (7:49 / mi) | |
| shoes: Asics trail | ||
| With Phil, roads north of Greenfield.
Here's what he proposed --"I'd be looking to do around 50-60 minutes at an 8:15 pace." And so for 55 minutes the only time we ran as slow as 8:15 was on the uphill first mile. And, clearly bothered by that, Phil then pushed the pace the rest of the way, razzing me ceaselessly about how slow we were going, how good this was all going to be for me (under the Nietzsche theory, since it seemed I wasn't actually going to die on the spot), how much I really needed this, and on and on, all the time checking his Forerunner, announcing triumphantly after each mile how much more the pace had picked up. He clearly was having a great time. And on average we were slightly better than miserable. So that's not so bad! My only moment of something even close to pleasure was just after we were done, when I realized we were done, I was still upright, and I seemed not to have done any serious damage. Oops, take that back. One moment of pleasure on the run, when I asked Phil what he was going to run the 10-miler in on Sunday, and he said 71 minutes, good enough to beat my time from three years ago. And he seemed quite distressed when I told him my time three years ago was just over 70. So he has to run a little faster than planned.... :-) | ||
| C • Actually, one other moment ... 1 | ||
Tuesday Feb 19 | ||
| road running 48:41 [3]5.75 mi (8:28 / mi) | |
| shoes: Asics trail | ||
| As usual, you pay for having good legs one day by having no legs the next day, especially on any uphills. So it goes.
Or maybe it was penance for watching a soap opera yesterday. Is there some sort of 10% rule that applies to watching soaps, where if you up the hours too fast you pay for it? Just in case, no no more soaps for a while, at least until I'm sure I'm fully recovered from yesterday's overdose. | ||
| Note | |
| Todays route.
Just had a client, she must check in at at least 2.5 G, she was working for Yankee Candle (big employer around here), but not any more. I asked her why, she said she got tired of the way she was treated and at some point told them to, go on, fucking fire me. Which they did, except they did it in a way she couldn't get unemployment. And then they went to a judge and got a restraining order to keep her off their property. Seriously. Except it wasn't serious to her, she was just laughing about it, she seemed real good about just moving on with her life, and a nice person too. And I was laughing real hard, somehow the sight of this big company getting a restraining order against her was just too absurd. I suppose the real reason they fired her was because she was fat? And that part's not funny. | ||
Monday Feb 18 | ||
| treadmill 48:41 [3]6.25 mi (7:46 / mi) | |
| shoes: Asics trail | ||
| Went on the treadmill because, although it was about 50F outside and quite pleasant for running, all the rain over and done with, the fog was so thick that visibility in places was no more than 50-75 yards, and I figured the odds of getting run over were significantly greater than zero.
Felt pretty good. Two easy miles to warm up, then thought I'd do what passes for a tempo run these days, 3 miles at 7:30 pace, but it felt a little too easy for a tempo run, so then I did one more mile at 6:40 pace, and that got me breathing hard though still feeling ok. And then an easy quarter mile to wind down. Knee was ok mostly, getting a little sore at the end. But the run seemed like progress. Which is good! | ||
| Note | |
| So today while I was on the treadmill the big TV was showing the latest from Days of our Lives, which is one of the classic soap operas, I do believe. I had my earphones tuned to the local radio station, but all was not lost because the TV had closed captioning. And it got me to wondering, are the writers for this show part of the writers that have been on strike? Because if they are, well, my opinion would be that whatever they are getting paid is too much.
Maybe the script sounds good, when you hear it, probably with a bunch of heart-wrenching music. But when the script is laid bare on the screen, it seems like something that I could write pretty easily, as long as I remembered to put in the occasional note, like (deep breathing). So anyway, the story, best as I can figure it out, is a bunch of people flying a private plane have just crashed, and they are strewn around in the snow, and one by one they sort of come to, though not without their problems. Like the guy who has had one leg apparently crushed by part of the plane, but fortunately it's his prosthetic leg, and some other guy is apparently virtually dead, so his girl friend figures this is the time to tell him they're going to have a baby, and that revives him, and some women who is a doctor has her shoulder dislocated, or something, and so some other guy has to pull and rotate while she keeps going "Ooh" until it gets fixed, and there are a few other ailments, and at some point they try use a defillibrater. The best part is that no one is cold! The worst part was probably the lack of what I assumed would be ample display of skin to compensate for putting up with the inane script. Meanwhile, there are some other folks waiting back home, showing somewhat more skin, who are slowly finding out that the plane has gone down. And that was pretty much it. Or at least my version. Here's where they have the daily updates if you want the official version. Just think what I would have missed if it hadn't been foggy. | ||
| C • soaps 3 | ||
Sunday Feb 17 | ||
| nautilus 25:00 [1] | |
| road running 25:28 [3]3.11 mi (8:10 / mi) | |
| shoes: Montrail #2 | ||
| Flat roads in Greenfield. Not too bad. And then off to the basketball game, where the governor was in attendance. When introduced, he got a loud round of applause and no boos. That sure wouldn't have been the case if Romney had ever showed up. | ||
| C • U Mass over St Louis U? To... 4 | ||