Training Log Archive: barb

Set some streamer-controls at FP for kid training today. Roughly 7 miles round trip.

Self-indulged last night; ate brownies and staying up to watch a movie, "His Girl Friday," which I loved.

To work, Mary's, MIT, FP, home.

Had a good training with a bunch of kids today. Everyone did the white course fine, and a few kids finished the yellow. Henry, whom we corralled on-site, did really well with James on yellow. Dave coached Rachael, and she was pretty sharp, and quite fast.

7 mile loop.

G(3/9/2006)

I partied last night so I was mildly surprised to find myself outside running at 5:20 am. Even slower than usual.

It turns out that K has just passed the Italian certification examination for teaching orienteering. She has offered to come along and help out with this weekend's kid O training in Cambridge. And she said she'd seen on the web that NEOC is putting on a national meet, and said she'd like to help.

And I am beginning to wonder just how fast she is. It will be interesting to see when she starts orienteering around here (Boojum?). She went out for a jog yesterday; Dave was on his bike and saw her; he said she was going really fast and ran past him. Not sure if they were going the same or opposite directions.

Reading Viktoria's posts convinced me to sign up for the health club in my building and do some classes.

My heartbeat felt irregular.

I experienced a few moments of great good feeling.

Namaste.

7 mile loop plus a 6 minute pit stop detour through MIT's Infinite Corridor.

Foot did not hurt today; felt a shadow of the feeling afterward. I've wondered if it's due to clenching my toes because of shoes with not enough toe space, like my Merrells. I don't think I'll want to wear the Merrells for the rogaines - but then what do I wear?

K, our lovely new Italian orienteer MIT postdoc housemate, said she'd do the PA rogaine wtih me! I mentioned at dinner I was looking for a partner and she said she'd do it. But then she asked how long. I looked at her blankly. 5 hours, 6 hours? she said. I thought, she does not realize what she is getting into. 24, I said. She laughed, ah, I will need to train. No, K, *I* need to train.

K went to the Swiss O Week last year.

It was still dark when I went by the spotlit T Rex outside of the Science Museum. It occurred to me that T Rex has a pretty good orienteering build. Powerful legs for speed. A really big head that you'd think could house a large brain capable of spatial reasoning, though I have the idea that dinosaurs had walnut-sized brains, but if so, what was filling up T Rex' cranium? And of course those ridiculously puny little vestigial-looking arms - no sense building up muscle mass there. Then there's that meaty tail that could balance the head as you duck through the branches.

Passed the dark wet spot on the road at the site of yesterday's accident, and 100 m on a flattened feathery bundle. I saw a number of duck couples and felt sad for yesterday's duck's partner who flew away over the Charles River quacking loudly in distress after the impact.

Biked to get Isabel, and back

7 mile bridge loop.
left foot ball/toes hurt starting after an hour, at the BU bridge. Thought the different shoes might help but no.
I think when I push the pace my heart gets a bit haywire.
I think I've finally figured out what G means. I'd assumed it was in units of distance/time but it turns out it is in units of mass*distance/(time*time), earth weight. And, it is a unit of some interest because I have been way overweight for a year or so, at 143. In AZ/FL I got down to 1G by not drinking enough (I know, bad) and eating not much besides PBJ, except socially, and, well, walking and trotting a lot. Now I'm hovering dangerously between 1G and 1, say, FB=fat Barb. Next I could consider aiming at sub-G levels like when I was young and feckless. But I'm told that's nearly impossible, by other experienced women. I must say I'm surprised that G is dropping; I'd have thought it to be well-disciplined and stable, like the chunks of platinum under glass at the Bureau International des Poids et Mesures.
Very disturbed by seeing a car hit a duck - after realizing I could perhaps have prevented it but tried too late (waving at the car who ignored me). Another car came quickly and hit the duck again and I ran on feeling awful and cowardly for not checking to see if I could finish it off somehow, I guess wringing its neck. Later I saw a dead rat in the middle of the sidewalk.

The last kilometer was with milk (held like a football) and eggs (I worked on holding it steady so the eggs didn't even knock around in the carton), for breakfast.

K, the Italian orienteer, arrived last night to stay with us for a couple of months. She is wonderful - and immediately offered to help with the various trainings...

Commute

Commute

Ran while the kids biked.

Managed to get 11 kids and assorted parents to the woods for the Jon Campbell sprint-plus. A very good day for David & Theron, who worked together well - makes me quite optimistic about the junior training camp they'll be attending. A tough day for Isabel & especially Benjamin. Lessons for me: (1) must train parents on how to shadow (& orienteer!); (2) ensure that kids get shadow or partner until they're really ready to go on their own, and (3) proselytize good white course setting practices.