Training Log Archive: slow-twitch

First actual full day off at new home and a ripper of a day too. More exploring, once warmed up - up to the top paddocks. I think I have found my new goal - to make the 150 m climb up to there without any walkitis, which will be easier once there's no newborn lambs in the way but I can't blame it all on them. It's definitely worth the grunt though - a square k or 2 of gently rolling plateau to play on and great views. Views of the volcanoes (both our local 2 and the big snowy ones) probably not much more exciting than what we see of them driving round the site, but what I really liked was getting down to the southern boundary where if you found the right spot and bobbed your head the right way, it looked like native forest all the way to the horizon.

Tweaked my ankle a bit on the way back down, felt a bit soft immediately after the run but seems ok now.

Walking to and from "Dennis", because (A) I'm by myself today, (B) if I'd driven there it would have been the cruisiest day ever and (C) in theory was going to pop out "just behind the house" when I'd finished. 25 minutes there, 45 coming back as I found a number of ways to make the more direct trip less so. Could also log some jungle combat training after RW-MB dragged me through 150 m of thick supplejack to show me where his mate was hanging out (but no nest yet???) but didn't time that so nobody gets to know how shockingly long it took. In the birds' defense, to get from where I first saw him to where I first saw her, I don't think there would actually be a non supplejack-grovel route.

The pressure is off for Labour weekend - have finally seen an announcement of classes for the ANZ challenge. No M35 so I'm not "on trial", ...and looking for a new goal.

Walking home from Little Tutu after finally being organised enough to find the one robin nest in there. Almost made a start on the fence-jumping practice that I referred to a few days back, as the most direct route back, as well as passing through some tasty terrain, just happened to pass through a paddock of bulls at that crucial age where they're starting to work out they're a lot bigger than people, but not yet old enough that those who can follow that thought to it's logical conclusion have been "weeded out". I don't own a heart rate monitor and would not have been wearing it, but I'm sure the readout of that walk would look interesting.

Never really got into this one physically - ah well, was supposed to be a fairly gentle one. Definitely a rest day tomorrow running wise, and with a bit of luck the weather will give me a full rest day.... Had a little explore past the quarry down to what I guess is the SW boundary of the farm, looking over what I guess is the old Benneydale coal mine. Found some more tasty - well actually frkn weird - terrain which I suspect has more to do with social geography than natural geography. A few lambs starting to appear but apparently Robin thinks I'm sensible enough he doesn't mind me running around in the same paddocks.

Repeat of last week's session. Would like to have done more than 5 reps of the hill "sprint" this time but had the added resistence of a head wind this time which somehow managed to be strongest right on the steepest section of the track. Also only feeling at about 93%.

I appear to have run out of wry comments on rural life for the moment.

One of those nice ones where you only go out because you feel you ought to, and then start having fun once you've got started. And seems to have chased away a bit of a bad vibe I'd got into during the afternoon, as I'd hoped. Kind of a recovery run down to the highway and back, but off the road here and there.

Occurred to me while passing through some of the smaller paddocks close to home that maybe one thing I could do while living here is to learn to leap over fences like an elite. As Robin has a love-affair with electric fencing, there would be a strong incentive to get it right, but I'm afraid it's an even stronger incentive to not even try.