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Training Log Archive: Tundra/Desert

In the 7 days ending May 6, 2006:

activity # timemileskm+m
  Orienteering1 2:37:01 13.68(11:29) 22.02(7:08) 57026 /26c100%
  Medium pace running1 22:22 3.37(6:38) 5.43(4:07)
  Easy running1 11:40 1.25(9:20) 2.01(5:48)
  Total2 3:11:03 18.31(10:26) 29.46(6:29) 57026 /26c100%

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Saturday May 6, 2006 #


No fever today. Lost the laptop's power supply on Caltrain yestedray, and those suckers for Acers are almost impossible to quickly come by through normal (Circuit City, etc.) distribution channels—eBay's my only bet, and there weren't any there. So, I built my own today from a switcher brick we use on the SIM mainframe.

Friday May 5, 2006 #


The fever slowly subsided (morning 37.6 °C–>evening 37.3 °C) but the throat hurt, with no signs of getting better.

Thursday May 4, 2006 #


Well, that irritation turned out to be a cold all right, and a bad one at that... this evening, I decided to measure the temperature and got 38.4 °C. No running until Sunday.

Wednesday May 3, 2006 #

Easy running warm up/down 11:40 [2] 2.01 km (5:48 / km)
ahr:130 max:139 shoes: (C)Ross Dress Brooks

At De Anza, Mikkel, Tapio, Kent, and Werner were present for a session of threshold running.

Medium pace running tempo (Threshold intervals) 22:22 [3] 5.43 km (4:07 / km)
ahr:163 max:177 shoes: (C)Ross Dress Brooks

Mikkel and I did two T intervals, of 2614 m each (6½ laps, starting at the 200 m starting line), with a half-lap (202 m) rest in-between. Since we covered almost 13 laps in our last week's 20-minute T run, these two intervals were just over 10 minutes each: 10:06 10:04. Mikkel bonked, though.

Tapio and company were doing a continuous 3000 m, or something like that. I'm sure Tapio broke 12 minutes.


Had a throat irritaion all day, seemingly something in the air? the back of the throat, not the adenoids/nose area. Felt fine for the intervals, though.

Tuesday May 2, 2006 #


Not much running and only one set of intervals planned for this week... must rest before the rogaine.

Sunday Apr 30, 2006 #

Orienteering race 2:37:01 [3] *** 22.02 km (7:08 / km) +570m 6:19 / km
ahr:161 max:171 spiked:26/26c shoes: Falcons

I normally have a miserable day at the annual Long Course Champs, which is a half-paradox given my extensive ultra background. But, the Long race is usually run faster than your typical 50 km, the effort is at a pace closer to a road marathon, in a regime that I totally hate: This effort requires a significant utilization of the carb-burning mechanism, which I undertrain, as opposed to the fat-burning mode which I train tons. And, my main problem at the Long-O usually seems to be the lack of training specific to both terrain and length. I.e. my running prepares me for the distance, and BAOC events, to the specificity of running in the woods; but neither, to the particular task of utilizing your jump-over-the-tree-and-balance-the-body muscles for three hours. So, the usual outcome of the Long-O for me is a slowdown around 2 hours, followed by cramps, switching into survival mode, and cursing the Universe for hours after the finish.

This time... my navigation was 100% clean, with only one questionable route choice to Control 1. I did cramp, and it did cost me 5 minutes. But the cramps came close to the end, and my result (time behind, USOF points, etc.) was a lot better than usual. My placing, if I were USOF-eligible, would have been not too far out of the medals. Maybe all that training is finally paying off... but most likely, I finally learned to pace myself and eat correctly.

The course was excellent, on par with the one I consider the best ever in my attended lifetime, the 1993 Champs at S-F Ranch. It spotlighted decisive route choice on most legs, and the difficulty of control sites was appropriate to the competition outcome being resolved on the basis of the athletes' endurance and coarse-navigation skills. The travelled length is preliminary but the climb, from the Polar, is correct.


My evening in hipster Williamsburg was uneventful, and the only highlight was hearing Custom Concern play on a jukebox from the open door of a bar. I went back to Greg's place and watched the newborn kittens.

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