Training Log Archive: bishop22

Event: ROC - Scout-O & Regular Meet
 

Finally got out for 18 holes. Had a first ever in golf today, but it was not a good first. After 3-putting for bogeys on 8 and 9, I resolved not to continue that trend, and on 10, I didn't, I 3-putted for par instead. First time I've ever done that. I had a beautiful drive and hit a 4-wood from 220 yards, 16 feet past the hole (had to have been very close to the pin). I almost sank the eagle putt, but then it rolled 4 feet past and I missed the birdie putt as well. OUCH!

I wound up with an agonizing 44 putts on my way to a 96. It's a shame to score so poorly when I was hitting the ball so well for early in the year.

Running around during the Marion Invitational. Most of this was a 30 minute run - I went out 16 minutes and did 5 x 1 min quick steps on the way back, working up from 160 steps on the first to 179 on the last (I was doing 150 while slogging along).

The extra 15 minutes is a very conservative estimate of the various running around for a variety of reasons - mainly the fact that coaches were not allowed on the infield for this meet.

4:10/8:29
1:34,34,35,34,34
3:32,31

Just plodded thru today.

Fetch set a nice trail out in Egypt that kept me moving pretty continuously. We were out for over 90 minutes.

C • Hash house 3

Did some running off and on during today's track practice. About half the time was a steady run while the kids were doing a warm down, the rest was whatever I could fit in while keeping the kids honest with a stopwatch. We didn't have much time to practice before Thomas's meet started, so they did a 10 min Tempo, followed by 4 x 400m. Nico almost made 7 laps, Nate was 6+5/8.

Ran along the river (counter-clockwise for a change) with Scott, crossing back over at the UR ped bridge. Picked it up gradually, until we were right on 7:00 for the measured mile, then about 7:15 for the next mile (that I didn't really notice until today was measured for some race).

Legs were still heavy from the weekend when I was walking to the Y, but they felt better in the middle of the run, then it go tough near the end (the tired legs being the limiting factor).

Snuck off for 30 minutes of range time after watching the start of Luke's first T-Ball game. It didn't move TOO slowly, but mid-year when they start using the pitching machine, things will drag out.

Went for a run during the kids' warm down, which for some kids appeared to be, literally, a walk in the woods. They did not run when I went by them, but they did start running when they saw the chicks coming towards them. At least they have some self-respect.

First time actually on the course this year. 5 3-putts meant a 50 wound up on my card. Not a good way to start the season.

I did manage to play the 9 holes in 60 minutes.

West Point A-Meet - Classic Race.

Much better than yesterday AM, but not nearly as good as yesterday PM. I let myself get too discouraged when I saw how late it was getting after C9. That cost me some time which could have changed a decent race into a great race.

I started off to the left for C1, to avoid the green near the nose and go around the reentrant, aiming for the trail, but I went way left, and wound up left of the clearing with the tower, and then I was clean to the bag. C2 looked troublesome - I got over the first set of hills and then I had nothing, so I just went slowly on bearing and pace count, which got me in the neighborhood. C3 wasn't too bad - I was able to check off some features along the way. I lost a couple of minutes on C4 - I missed the flag on the way by, so I relocated to the top of the hill N of the circle and was back in business. The early contours got me headed in the right direction to C5 and the water to the right helped me into the circle. I lost a couple of minutes more on C6 - I tried to go straight, but didn't pay enough attention to the contours. This should have been an easy control, or at least a trivial control to pull off a quick recovery. By the time I punched, Samantha was bearing down on the control.

I stayed low leaving C6, even though my goal on this massive leg was to run as much trail as possible. I thought I was angling up the wide reentrant, but luckily it was the smaller reentrant that popped me out on the road, near the bend, with Samantha chasing me. I took a right at the T and paused at the trail junction to decide if that was worth taking and she went zipping by, staying on the road. That cemented my choice, but she left the road earlier than I thought I wanted to, and I continued on, which was a poor choice, since as I got going thru the woods, it became clear that I wanted to go left of the swamp. At this point feet caught me, and since I was just going to run hard to the road, and he was headed that way, I tried to stay close. We hit the road and I kept pushing hard, and he left the road, basically on my line, but I wanted no part of that route. I started to catch Samantha again as I stayed on the road past the big splotch of green. Once again, Samantha entered the woods earlier than me, I left the road at the little hilltop on the right. There was more green than mapped, so I couldn't hold the bearing that I had taken, nor could I see any features. Eventually my pace count told me that I had to be beyond the control, and I went to a small hilltop to relocate, when Samantha and someone else came running from behind me. I realized which hilltop I was on, and was able to get back to the flag, but they were long gone. On the way into C8, I saw feet again, and punched just before him. Looking back at the control codes, I'm guessing his leg was from my C5 to my C8, so he clearly had a big problem after I saw him leave the road.

C9 was going to be another fairly long leg, so I just wanted to get to a trail. feet was headed my way, so I tried to keep up thru the woods, and pretty much did, but only because he paused to punch another control. He just used the trail briefly, while I used it to figure out how the heck I was going to get to the control. By the time I got to the trail junction, a good 350m right of the line, it was clear that I was not going to want to try to go right of the cliffs, so I was going to have to go 150m left of the line to take the trail to the left of the cliffs. With all of that extra running, I was sure I had just had another bad leg, looked at my watch, saw I was not going to be anywhere near 10min/km, and got depressed. And leaving C9 it was uphill, so I did some walking, then there was a plateau full of those annoying little (blueberry?) bushes, so I walked some more. I ended up spiking C10, but at a very low speed. I wasn't so lucky on C11 - I saw the first couple boulder pairs, first right of the line, then left, but then there was too much rock for me to deal with. I kept thinking the next little cliff would be mine, but it wasn't, so I gave up and went down to the flatter area, and was able to see the flag, so I climbed back up. A third of the way to C12, a youngster was having troubles, so I gave him a ballpark idea of where we were - he realized his next control was mine, so he followed me in, and we caught someone else. I went left towards C13, but not left enough - I wasn't below the cliffs, and they became quite impassable, so I had to climb back up a bit. I wound up catching some of the green but worked my way past the end of the pronounced cliff and shortly after found myself at the top of a high cliff, and a fourth guy joined the train, so I thought "great, just below me is the bag", but no. But I was at the top of another cliff, and hustled down again while the others paused - I was able to punch and scram before they made it down.

I saw the trail to C14 on the ground before I had a chance to see it on the map, so it was off to the races.

It wasn't until I returned from the hospital with Z that I saw the results and found out that my late-race depression was unwarranted and only managed to cost me some time and places. Had I known that 11min/km would win and 12 min would be plenty good enough for 3rd, I may have been able to stay motivated. Yet another lesson learned.

There was more "excitement" than I wanted today. As I finished the course, someone came up to me and asked if I was Zach's father. He was lying under a blanket (not on it, next to a broken toaster oven), and had slipped on a rock, fallen, and gashed his knee.

I hustled him over to the Army hospital, where he quickly got cleaned up, received 3 stitches and was sent on his way (the long pole in the tent was the delay in contacting Chris by phone to get insurance info). The ER visit took less than an hour - very impressive.