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Saturday Mar 26, 2005 #
Note
had a long week at work for the latest deadline. was planning on doing something useful this afternoon, but was too busy sorting out tax stuff and playing with the new toy. Its like the ipod of stoves: its not the smallest or the fastest or the best, but it does its job really well, its indestructable, and it looks dead sexy.
been playing a lot of CF comps lately, so I guess that counts as map training.
been playing a lot of CF comps lately, so I guess that counts as map training.
Friday Mar 25, 2005 #
road bike 53:00 [3] 14.2 mi (16.1 mph)
downright chilly this morning: 49F
Thursday Mar 24, 2005 #
soccer 1:00:00 [3]
Tuesday Mar 22, 2005 #
soccer 1:00:00 [3]
Monday Mar 21, 2005 #
run 28:55 [1] 3.3 mi (8:46 / mi)
ahr:146
Sunday Mar 20, 2005 #
skate ski 3:27:03 [3] 42.0 km (4:56 / km)
Royal Gorge Gold Rush 50k skate.
worst day ever.
ever.
Got up at 4am from my motel in Reno with a headache. They had messed up the reservation so I got a smoking room. So I didn't feel too bad about waxing my skis on top of their TV.
As I left, I had a half a tank of gas, which is more than enough to get to the race and back down the other side to Sacramento, but I had this ominous feeling I should fill it up anyway. This would prove useful later.
Five miles out of reno it starts snowing crazily and The Man enforces chain law. He says I should be ok going up since a plow team just left in front of me about 15 mins ago. Its easy to tell where they plowed since thats the side with only 4 inches of snow on it. After two hours I'm almost up to donner pass (30 miles) and a gravy train of 4 suvs comes up behind me and tries to pass on the left (12" deep) side. Just as they get in front of me the first one loses it and goes in the ditch on the left. Second guys swerves around him ok, but the third guy panics and swerves into my lane right in front of me, so I panic and hit the breaks (probably a little to hard). Fortunately he went all the way through to the ditch on the right side so I just slide right past him in my lane with minimal fishtailing. Didn't see what happened to the fourth guy but it looked like he stopped ok. Everybody lived, and nobody actually hit another car, but they royally dented up their pretty cars on the snow banks and guard rails.
At the race it had been snowing a bit, in addition to the 6" yesterday they got another 10" overnight. So they modified the course from 3 laps of a 17k loop, to 6 laps of a 7k loop. Problem is, if you look at the profile for the full course, they cut out the nice flat section in the middle. So instead of going up and down the huge hill 3 times, we did it 6. Conditions were about 30 degrees, snowing hard, with winds that varied from mildy breezy to blinding whiteout. I had to stop once because I couldn't see the trail.
First lap sucked since it was all loose powder, and I was almost ready to quit after it. Second lap was actually better since a track had started to get packed down, so I figured I could do a few more laps. Third one was probably the best, the track was actually pretty hard, though narrow and definitely not smooth. By the fourth all the other shorter races had finished, and the elite guys were done too, so there were fewer people packing it down (since it was still snowing really hard). five and six sucked again. Probably 2-3" on the trail again when I finished.
Splits (7+ km each)
37.44
33.13
32.24
31.48
35.28
36.23
total 3:27:03 for something over 42k
So after the race I run back to the car, which is hard to find since its covered in 6" of snow, start the car and crank up the defroster, and open the back hatch to bag the skis. I throw the ski bag in along the right wall between the door and the passenger seat, and one of the ski tips through the bag lands on the electric door lock on the passenger door. I don't realize this until I slam the back hatch and the car gives one of those short reassuring thank-you-for-locking-your-car-and-all-your-warm-clothes-inside type of honks. So there's me standing in a blizzard in my sopping wet race clothes, with my car locked and running. Fortunately it had a full tank of gas.
Two fairly hypothermic hours later (at least huddled in the ski lodge) the tow truck guy comes by with a coat hanger and an inflatable arm cuff from a blood pressure thing. slides the arm cuff into the door jam, pumps it a few times to pry the door a bit, and reaches in to pull the door handle with the coat hanger. takes 30 seconds tops. aren't you glad you bother to lock your car at all?
The actual drive home went pretty smooth comparatively, except for the still-whiteout blizzard that turned into the flooding downpour at lower altitude. But that part was a piece of cake.
worst day ever.
ever.
Got up at 4am from my motel in Reno with a headache. They had messed up the reservation so I got a smoking room. So I didn't feel too bad about waxing my skis on top of their TV.
As I left, I had a half a tank of gas, which is more than enough to get to the race and back down the other side to Sacramento, but I had this ominous feeling I should fill it up anyway. This would prove useful later.
Five miles out of reno it starts snowing crazily and The Man enforces chain law. He says I should be ok going up since a plow team just left in front of me about 15 mins ago. Its easy to tell where they plowed since thats the side with only 4 inches of snow on it. After two hours I'm almost up to donner pass (30 miles) and a gravy train of 4 suvs comes up behind me and tries to pass on the left (12" deep) side. Just as they get in front of me the first one loses it and goes in the ditch on the left. Second guys swerves around him ok, but the third guy panics and swerves into my lane right in front of me, so I panic and hit the breaks (probably a little to hard). Fortunately he went all the way through to the ditch on the right side so I just slide right past him in my lane with minimal fishtailing. Didn't see what happened to the fourth guy but it looked like he stopped ok. Everybody lived, and nobody actually hit another car, but they royally dented up their pretty cars on the snow banks and guard rails.
At the race it had been snowing a bit, in addition to the 6" yesterday they got another 10" overnight. So they modified the course from 3 laps of a 17k loop, to 6 laps of a 7k loop. Problem is, if you look at the profile for the full course, they cut out the nice flat section in the middle. So instead of going up and down the huge hill 3 times, we did it 6. Conditions were about 30 degrees, snowing hard, with winds that varied from mildy breezy to blinding whiteout. I had to stop once because I couldn't see the trail.
First lap sucked since it was all loose powder, and I was almost ready to quit after it. Second lap was actually better since a track had started to get packed down, so I figured I could do a few more laps. Third one was probably the best, the track was actually pretty hard, though narrow and definitely not smooth. By the fourth all the other shorter races had finished, and the elite guys were done too, so there were fewer people packing it down (since it was still snowing really hard). five and six sucked again. Probably 2-3" on the trail again when I finished.
Splits (7+ km each)
37.44
33.13
32.24
31.48
35.28
36.23
total 3:27:03 for something over 42k
So after the race I run back to the car, which is hard to find since its covered in 6" of snow, start the car and crank up the defroster, and open the back hatch to bag the skis. I throw the ski bag in along the right wall between the door and the passenger seat, and one of the ski tips through the bag lands on the electric door lock on the passenger door. I don't realize this until I slam the back hatch and the car gives one of those short reassuring thank-you-for-locking-your-car-and-all-your-warm-clothes-inside type of honks. So there's me standing in a blizzard in my sopping wet race clothes, with my car locked and running. Fortunately it had a full tank of gas.
Two fairly hypothermic hours later (at least huddled in the ski lodge) the tow truck guy comes by with a coat hanger and an inflatable arm cuff from a blood pressure thing. slides the arm cuff into the door jam, pumps it a few times to pry the door a bit, and reaches in to pull the door handle with the coat hanger. takes 30 seconds tops. aren't you glad you bother to lock your car at all?
The actual drive home went pretty smooth comparatively, except for the still-whiteout blizzard that turned into the flooding downpour at lower altitude. But that part was a piece of cake.
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