Training Log Archive: TomN

The QOC Goat, at Patuxent River Park. A long course, 26 controls, one fork, one skip. I skipped 11. Probably should have held off until 20 or 21 (because I was slow by then, so a greater time gain). But the real problem was #7. I was in front of Tori and had plenty of time on the road to think about the approach, but for whatever reason, it didn't work. Tori stopped and sorted it out, but I was like, it has to be in the next ravine . . . ok, the next one then . . . oh, it's in the one back over this hill . . . wait, I've seen this one before . . . and that went on for quite a while (like 10 minutes) before relocating off the road and finding it straightaway. A 22 minute leg. I was all alone on the rest of the course, going slower and more accurately than I could running in the pack. It wasn't until after the event that Peggy pointed out the smart skip, from the northern fork of 6 around the trail to 8, skipping, yeah, 7. Brilliant.

Nice woods, and nice course work by Nadim keeping us in the nice woods. And a rather nice day, full sun and a high temp around 60.

Goat - 1 skip 1 fork - Splits

Neighborhood run at around noon. Whew, it was hot.

I rode to work this morning, which was the plan, having left the car there last night. The morning ride is more pleasant than the evening ride, for a variety of reasons. First, the automobile traffic on the cross streets is more crowded in the afternoon, and the drivers seem more impatient. Second, there are bugs and other flying debris in the air in the afternoon, some percentage of it getting in my eyes, but not in the morning. And third, my available glycogen reserves seem to be considerably greater in the morning. I bonk about halfway home in the afternoon, but never in the morning.

I put my bike in the back of the car this morning, left the car in the overnight lot and rode home. (Since Florence is on travel all week we had 2 cars in the lot that night.) Left around 4 p.m, got home around 6. It should have been 22 miles but I made a wrong turn, getting on the Anacostia Trail instead of the Northwest Branch, and going a mile before I figured out it was wrong. I must have been really deep into some daydream, because I know that intersection pretty well, right off of Rhode Island Ave.