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Training Log Archive: BigWillyStyle

In the 7 days ending Mar 8, 2015:

activity # timemileskm+m
  Running6 3:34:42 26.38(8:08) 42.46(5:03) 335
  Cycling4 3:25:41 51.36(15.0/h) 82.66(24.1/h) 541
  Total10 7:00:23 77.74(5:24) 125.12(3:22) 876

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Saturday Mar 7, 2015 #

1 PM

Cycling 57:55 [3] 15.42 mi (16.0 mph) +190m

2 PM

Running 40:55 [2] 4.23 mi (9:40 / mi) +50m 9:20 / mi

3 PM

Cycling 54:54 [3] 14.77 mi (16.1 mph) +226m

Friday Mar 6, 2015 #

5 PM

Running 53:11 [3] 7.09 mi (7:30 / mi) +100m 7:11 / mi

#tmi Decided to cut this run short due to a developing chafing situation. Do laundry before all your compression shorts are dirty at the same time.

Thursday Mar 5, 2015 #


Didn't do anything today because I had to work late, my calf is very slightly grumpy, and we had our Ragnar "meet the team" gathering tonight. Nobody else was interested in my No. 5 spot, so was able to grab it. One of the longer legs, but also relatively flat.

Wednesday Mar 4, 2015 #

5 PM

Running 16:00 [3] 2.0 mi (8:00 / mi) +25m 7:42 / mi

6 PM

Running intervals 25:00 [4] 4.8 km (5:12 / km)


73, 74, 75, 74, 76, 75, 76, 76, 77, 75, 75, 73

So there are times when being an incorrigible smartass will get you into trouble; tonight was apparently one of those times.


The soccer team is practicing on the field, and there's also a running group using the track, of which I'm not a part. Some guy is standing in about the third inside lane, apparently telling everyone to stay on the outside of the track or some such. I'm on my first rep and when I'm nearing he says something about it, not particularly to me but just to all the runners in general earshot. I'm on the inside lane, moving pretty quick right, and I hear him but don't have time to adjust so I end up going by on his inside, which I'm sure he didn't appreciate. So now he's got me marked.

I do the rest of my workout, paying him like a 2-3 lane lip service buffer whenever I go by that side but otherwise staying on the inside lane (as are many of the other runners), and he doesn't pay me any attention or seem worried about it as far as I can tell, so I think no more of it. I've just finished and I'm about to do some warming down on the outside lane, and I see him coming all the way over to me. Oh boy. I'm prepared to accommodate whatever this guy's issue is with people running on his precious track, but then his opening line is something like "Hey, you understand any English?" which doesn't quite endear him to me. I'm a little annoyed now so I give him sort of a surprised smirk, and things don't improve from there. Long story short, I "better run real fast" next time he sees me, because the track "is school district property, not public property" and he is "good friends with the police." I express great appreciation for his encouraging words - trying to run real fast is in fact the sole purpose of my presence!

The good news is I didn't get the track group in trouble (there's actually a Cascade member in this group). Upon our initial discussion he naturally thinks I'm with them, I insist (truthfully) that I'm not, he doesn't believe me so asks the next guy to come by, who confirms that I'm not. Like a true smartass I'm like "Told ya" then walk away. Probably should have left at that point but I had an academic curiosity in whether he had anything more to say, so I jog another lap and come back around. That's when he starts bringing up the police, which I find to be just beautiful. At one point the guy tells me "this is what I get paid to do" which mystifies me because I can't figure out exactly what "this" is. Stop people without express written permission from using the track? Safeguard the life and liberty of the (all male) high school soccer players and coaches from the perils of the general track-running public? Either way I'm stoked our schools have enough money to pay a random dude to stand around power-tripping whenever he feels "disrespected." Anyway, at that point I figure my work is done here, so after he educates me for a while on "how this works" I suggest he continue to do what he's gotta do, and take my leave.

So yeah, I might have to find somewhere else to do track workouts for a while. Sometimes it's not worth the trouble, even if it's fun at the time.

On a more important subject, I've trained pretty normally for the past few days without leg issues. Yay! Time to train frantically for 2+ more weeks, then hope for the best.
7 PM

Running warm up/down 15:13 [2] 1.73 mi (8:48 / mi) +10m 8:38 / mi

Tuesday Mar 3, 2015 #

7 AM

Cycling 42:52 [3] 10.67 mi (14.9 mph) +50m

Morning ride to work! Bitterly cold, and by that I mean 35F in the shade. Surely this is the coldest anyone can be, right?
4 PM

Cycling 50:00 [3] 10.5 mi (12.6 mph) +75m

Watch died so numbers are approximate.

Monday Mar 2, 2015 #

5 PM

Running 1:04:23 [3] 8.35 mi (7:43 / mi) +150m 7:18 / mi

Despite my slightly self-destructive predilection toward the dark, depressing end of the historical/political/sci-fi genre of fiction, I'd somehow never managed to read Nineteen Eighty-Four until now. It is indeed frightening as advertised, but in a detached, abstract sense, especially when compared with a work like Philip K. Dick's The Man in the High Castle, which assumes an unconditional Axis victory in World War II and depicts the attendant consequences. While reading that, one cannot help but think "My God, this could have happened," which I find to be an almost incomprehensibly horrific thought, yet also a paradoxical one, because why should one fear for something that didn't and can never happen? The answer, I think, is what it tells us about the worst human nature is capable of.

Which brings us back to Nineteen Eighty-Four, which takes the theme of humanity's subjugation of its own nature, dignity, and spirit close to the (absurd?) extreme, almost into the realm of pure sci-fi (a la Clarke's Childhood's End), but also celebrates the power of love, kindness, and beauty. The whole "WARNING" message of the book has certainly lost the immediacy it probably had in the 1940s, as the progress of technology has for the most part neither turned us into mindless automatons nor sacrificed individuality to a fascist/Stalinist collective. Just as Judgement Day didn't happen on August 29, 1997 (which, tangentially, was my 11th birthday), 1984 didn't suck as bad as Orwell portrayed it. So that's pretty cool.

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