Training Log Archive: barb

Event: Mogollon Rim Rogaine
 

Dream.
Well.
Black friend of Dave's suggests they hire a couple ladies for some fun. Discussion of race in which it's implied Dave is white (I realize only after the dream). I am coming along too and I realize I don't feel comfortable with this plan, at all, and will need to tell them. But a couple who we know from the kids' school are also coming and while it seems clear to me that their presence would put a halt to the proposed activities anyway, it also means that I can't have the discussion. Then we're traveling along big open city streets and I'm psyched because I get to fly again; not sure of what contraption but something wacky. I don't get to the flying part but I'm jumping higher and longer and higher (several meters into the air), really zooming along. Then comes one last jump, really high, and I feel myself getting out of control and worrying about the landing. I wake up before I find out how it ends.
I think the sex and race references are just metaphors (well, duh; it's a dream) and upon further reflection I think I can map this dream outing onto today's rogaine.

Woke up at 4am local time. Sky lightening at 4:30; first bird at 4:42; many of them singing their hearts out by 4:48.

Traveling on foot through this terrain today is going to be extremely tasty.

Forgot to mention we ran into Bash & her partner and I'm pretty sure that is Bent=husband=Richard at the airport on Thursday. I was a little out of it. Lack of caffeine, yeah. We were traveling down parallel escalators and she spotted us. I love her energy. She just radiates it.

A couple shoe issues. My beloved rogaine shoes started hurting my heel while traveling/hiking Thursday. So I'm going with the Sarvas which are a bit short in the toe.

Caroline and Cristina arrived last night. Caroline is working at Avalon, a communish community south of Tucson, near Nogales. Sounds really cool. Cristina looks fit. We took a look at the map Peter has from his previous rogaine out here.

This includes a couple hours of breaks. Had a great time with Peter and Cristina on the rogaine. Lovely terrain; fun course.

Unfortunately, I got sick, some combination of the heat during the day, taking too many electrolyte pills at once, and food that I brought with me. Felt nauseous for many hours and threw up twice. Not fun. The sick feeling started in the evening and continued through the night. Part way along I'd pretty much decided to turn back to the hash house and quit, but at the control where we had to make the decision I was feeling a little better, so we went on. Anyway, that all cost us a couple hours in breaks and some extra-slow traveling.

Total points 1890, for second place in mixed open.

Dream.
I'm trying to sign up for a math class at MIT. I end up eventually with course materials; they seem to be about evolution and forensics and insects and grubs, and it looks like we're going to be doing experiemnts that involve eating what look like pretty gross and large insects.
I still think my kids will find this cool, and I want to show them the course book. Also Mr. M. We're traveling together, staying in some shared accommodation with quite a few people. Sometimes the place migrates to the driveway of my parents' house. Near the beginning it's a shared hotel suite.
Dad needs conditioner from the other bathroom, where Mr M is. Izzy gets there first.
Various interactions with Mr. M. His wife comes by wearing some Christmas-decorated uniform. Her friend comes by and is catty.
Dave is around too, which is nice, as always. Lots of people.
Mr. M and I go to visit a castle that somehow I've been to and he hasn't. We park and cut across people's property toward the sea. But along the way a couple people are marveling over a strange hybrid animal: the body is deer (maybe elk), the head some mix of eagle beak and big cat predator face. It takes me a little while to turn from wanting to get to the castle to paying attention and realizing how weird the beast is. At first we are watching it prey on a small animal but then it turns its attention to us. It is now Dave who is with me, and he is closer. The thing has darts, too, and seems more human now, and evil; it can speak and taunt and threaten. It has darts, one of which it throws at Dave, and Dave pulls it out. Then it is full-scale attacking and I'm running to get out of there but then I realize I need to go back and help the other people so I turn around and the beast's head is under some cloth and it seems almost sleeping so I get the others to leave with me and we start heading back to the cars; don't know if we'll make it. Wondering why no police have shown up. Someone must have called them.
At home, just cleaned the place and people are about to troop through, and I yell for them to take off their shoes but Brad doesn't so I tackle him in the kitchen which is made easier by the fact that he has his arms in his shirt but not in his sleeves, straightjacket style. I tackle him and twist him around a full 360 from toe to shoulder and pin his shoulders. "Pin with a twist!"

Near and at the Mogollon Rim.

For our little neighborhood newsletter, David drew the following for a caption contest. Can you think of a good caption for this cartoon?

C • caption 5

Slept 9:30pm-4:30am.
Was mystified by the higher weight until I read Peggy's log. Not that I put out so much exertion that I deserve to weigh more, maybe.

Slept a lot last night and was quite sleepy yesterday. First day of no caffeine (if you don't count decaf coffee), in preparation for rogaine.

Discovered some old photos - they were on a disposable camera that somehow my friend Geoff had in his house. He developed them and figured out they were mine. Can you tell me the year and venue? AZ or OR or WA, I expect. Maybe 5 years ago?

A fine photo of Peg Davis along with Shirley:


This must have been a rogaine I did with Orlyn:




Orlyn mid-rogaine:


The handsome SF and friends


Me at John's house showing off what looks like a first place medal. I love his Fremont Arts Festival poster with Lenin/Lennon.


John and Heather got medals too:


Who's this? Is this Eric?


And then there was a picture of a bunch of kids on our front porch before or after some orienteering thing in our neighborhood. The boy with the hat flashing the peace sign is Aidan, and he just last weekend played the lead role in Fiddler at the school, and he was great - total ham, and good at it.

Tapering.

C • Intimidating 1

Event: Billygoat
 

134 lb going into the goat.

Nice day!
Skipped #7. Took the left fork, but wished I took the right one.
Bobbled a couple.
Was interested in following but was on my own by the time I headed to 2. Did run into a lot of people during the race and even finished with a little clutch. Followed Sharon for a few controls, curious to see her pace. I'd already skipped and she hadn't so we went separate ways eventually. I enjoyed guessing (correctly) what her route choice was going to be, even at a fairly micro level.
Made the mistake of going on the "trail" through the marsh on the way to 15. J-J and Stephen were ahead of me so I figured it couldn't be that bad. I was relieved not to be permanently stuck. Got in up to my waist and at times was not sure I'd get out.