biking - red bike31:44 5.71 mi (5:33 / mi) +618ft5:02 / mi ahr:122 max:162 weight:137.5lbs
Curious as to whether I could go up Sugarloaf slowly enough to make it relatively easy. Pretty much failed, meaning I could have (and meant to) go a good bit slower, like maybe 12 minutes going up instead of the 10:34 it took. And the pulse was supposed to stay under 150. Rest of the very short ride was leisurely.
Did succeed on one thing, got home about 30 seconds before it started to pour.
biking - red bike2:25:02 33.57 mi (4:19 / mi) +2013ft4:05 / mi ahr:129 max:159 weight:137.5lbs
Miller's Falls, Wendell, Shutesbury, Leverett. Took the dirt road on the east side of Lake Wyola to see if I could manage the climb. Still had something in reserve, but the traction was good. Not sure how I would have managed if it had been sandy or more gravel.
Regardless, a good route choice because about halfway up a bear popped out of the woods not far in front of me. This one looked fully grown. Reached for my camera (ie. phone), but it wasn't lingering, disappeared down an old woods road. By the time I got there I could barely see it, and it was moving pretty quickly. Certainly no photos to be had.
Rest of the route was fine. Easy pace much of the time, a little more effort on the two hills (hard to avoid), and then working harder the last few miles. And it was a beautiful morning.
mountain biking2:19:22 22.59 mi (6:10 / mi) +2237ft5:38 / mi ahr:120 max:146
In the hills to the east again, same first few miles to get some climbing out of the way, then some different stuff. All fine.
Warm and humid, dew point over 70 for the first time this year, or at least first time that I've noticed. Legs were dead when I got on the bike, felt like I'd never make it up the first hill, but before long they felt OK. Probably helps to have not been in a hurry.
Walking on a dirt road in West Deerfield this morning, heard some noises off to my left and there was a bear, ambling along (as was I), though it has its nose pretty close to the ground, which I certainly did not.
I stopped and looked around for any signs of cubs, but nothing. By then I'd lost sight of the bear, but then it popped out on the road about 50 yards ahead of me. Hmm. It looked at me, I looked at it. It seemed appropriate to use the standard ice-breaking phrase in such circumstances, so I yelled at it, "Get out of here."
It looked at me some more. I wasn't sure it had heard me properly, so once again, "Get out of here."
This time it trotted down the road maybe 20 yards, then stopped and looked back at me. Then another 20 yards, stopped and looked back again. And then took off down the road and eventually out of sight at a much higher rate of speed.
Because it was so successful, and because this is what you do nowadays, first thing tomorrow morning I'll be filing to trademark the phrase, both the full version and the acronym (GOOH). I expect it won't be long before the royalties start coming in.