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Training Log Archive: PG

In the 1 days ending Apr 28, 2009:

activity # timemileskm+ft
  biking1 50:54 13.6(3:45) 21.89(2:20)
  yoga1 45:00
  trail running1 42:53
  Total1 2:18:47 13.6 21.89
averages - weight:134.5lbs

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Tuesday Apr 28, 2009 #

yoga 45:00 [1]

Quite sore.

trail running 42:53 [3]

Up Wantastiquet Mt across the river from Brattleboro, climb was 1060'. This is getting harder in each time. Up in 25:10, PW/PR, but that is quite bogus as I lost my willpower and stopped three times, better part of a minute each time, before continuing on. Wandered around a bit on top checking things out, then just as I was about to head down a guy arrived, also having run up, 22 minutes for him, so I ran down with him. Nice chat, he runs up a couple times a week, plus rows, plus has another mountain near where he lives that he runs up once or twice a week too. Must have a good motor, plus he's pretty young, 53. Nice big old peace symbol on the back of his old truck.

17:43 coming down, very relaxed.


Add to the list of things that happen when Gail's away....

Got back from Vermont (plus yoga and two stops at the office), first trip up the stairs from the garage was to bring up the groceries. I was beat and in need of nourishment, so the second trip to get wet clothes would have to wait. Of course, lazy as I am, all doors were left open, the garage door, the door between the garage and the stairs, and the door at the top of the stairs right by the kitchen.

And I'm sitting having something to eat and I hear a strange noise, not very loud, from the direction of the stairs. And then a few seconds later, more noise, a little louder. So I get up to have a look, and there's a woodchuck halfway up the stairs, making steady progress!

And then basic animal instincts take over for both of us, fight or flight. I opt for fight, well, not exactly, but I do start yelling at it, and it chooses flight, turns around and runs back down. I'm in hot pursuit, just in time to see it exiting the garage, and then just in time to see it disappear in the bushes by the front door, where despite a bunch more yelling on my part it seems to have settled down. Which would be too bad.

On the other hand, I am very glad it wasn't a skunk.

biking 50:54 [3] 13.6 mi (3:45 / mi)

Hot and breezy, not pushing it, which resulted in the pace being just right -- not so fast to be miserable and not so slow as to be worthless. And kept me from having another meal before dinner.

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