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Training Log Archive: BillD

In the 7 days ending Feb 1:

activity # timemileskm+m
  Orienteering1 2:35:37 4.14(37:36) 6.66(23:22) 5967 /12c58%
  Hiking1 46:02 1.68(27:26) 2.7(17:03) 217
  Total2 3:21:39 5.82(34:40) 9.36(21:33) 8137 /12c58%
averages - rhr:60

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Saturday Feb 1 #

12 PM

Hiking 46:02 [3] 2.7 km (17:03 / km) +217m 12:10 / km

In an atmosphere of fog or drizzle, likely representing the mood in Scotland today on no longer being in the EU, took a turn around the main loop in the Mary Conklin Sanctuary with son David and his dog Boomer. Trodden ice has almost disappeared, only one near slip.

Tuesday Jan 28 #

11 AM

Orienteering race 2:35:37 [3] *** 6.66 km (23:22 / km) +596m 16:09 / km
ahr:112 max:130 spiked:7/12c rhr:60 shoes: Icebugs

Cloudy gray day at Westmoreland Sanctuary, temp in 30s F, no snow on ground but some ice on lakes and marshes. A wonderful O venue with lots of features. I grew up just 10 miles east of there in the early 50s near the Minanus Gorge when that area was sparely populated, but an area not quite as aggressive in topography.

I did the Green because, again like Huntington, driving alone I won't keep companions waiting and the longer distance seemed justified for the large investment of time getting there and back. It is probably the most exhausting course I've ever done, save for one course at West Point years ago that summited the Eagles Nest.

Navigation was pretty good. In touch with the map just about everywhere, with the notable exception of the 12th leg where I was brain dead after climbing to 11 through 10. I deliberately had not reviewed Charlie's experience before this, but see now that he, too, busted his chops getting up to 10. I left 11, as I realize now, without due regard to the compass. When I ended up in a maze of close-in stone walls going every which way, I knew I had bombed so headed south. Recovered when I spotted the lake to the SE by about 300m.

I started out tired and never got better. By the time I got to 9, I was stopping frequently on uphills to catch breath and abate the heart rate. Going downhill after cresting ridge NE of 9 felt nice and the short trail run (show jog) was a treat.

I was again thinking about handrails but the ascent to 10 gave me a unique -- and literal (not lateral) handrail: a failen tree trunk laying straight up/down on the slope where the contours damn near merged was a godsend. I pocketed the map and used both hands on the trunk to pull myself up to near the elevation of the control while my feet were slipping on the muddy ground. It was encouraging that the control, which was tucked under the cliff, was visible to ascenders.

I found crossing stone walls was a time suck. I wasn't particularly limber in the legs and I was cautious with footing on the stones since scarcely anyone else was in the sanctuary (I did meet Walk at my 5).

The climb stat from my Apple Watch GPS app (Control) seems bogus. I would have guessed 250m. Maybe the app measures too frequently.

My route.

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