Training Log Archive: CleverSky

Setting out the WHN-O controls, in reverse order. 11-12-10, 9-7-8, 4-5-6, 1-3-2. This was a dumb idea, the way I did it. Riding to the 10-11-12 cluster was fine. Riding to the 7-8-9 cluster was fine, although I should have just left the bike at the trail junction. Riding the bike to the 4-5-6 cluster was stupid. I took a slight shortcut to the Woronoco Trail, pushing the bike through the woods, then found that the trail was more technical than I had realized, and it would take all my concentration to ride it (slowly) even if I didn't have a bag of controls. I pushed it more than I rode. Took the right-hand turn onto the Split Rock Trail, which was maybe marginally better. Then I figured at least the Shaw Trail coming back would be fine, but I figured wrong. Still very nasty. Once I got to the Fundy Trail it really was fine, although after putting out the last three controls I was so wasted that I wandered back and forth on the trail for a while, wondering where I had left my bike. The smart move woudl have been to leave the second cluster and go back to the road, and go up the Fundy Trail to the 1-2-3 cluster, then do 4-5-6 on foot.

50 situps in the tent.

50 situps, 25 squats.

Riding to ConComm meeting on Robbie Napior's hybrid bike to check it out and see if it's okay (it's fine).

Riding back, in the dark, with the hatlamp.

Fell asleep before remembering to exercise.

After a none-too-impressive flight at Greylock (< 12 minutes) I packed up quickly and changed my plans for the day. Rather than it being a hang gliding day, I decided it was a mountain climbing day that happened to have a little hang gliding. From Gould Farm, I headed up the Bellows Pipe Trail, then the Thunderbolt Trail, which I took to the summit. The time includes a couple of brief stops to chat with other hikers (which was worthwhile, because I met a couple who were willing to drive one of the other cars down, thereby saving us a bunch of shuttle time). I wasn't ideally equipped for running: in my pockets I had a cell phone, a GPS tracker, and a camera, plus I had a 2-meter ham radio in my hand. Still, I did manage to jog the first part, until it got too steep. Looks like I took one unnecessary detour that may have added as much as 350 meters, though it probably flattened out the climb a bit. Looks like the GPS was working fairly well today. An hour is a pretty good time for this ascent, maybe not in terms of what friends of mine could do, but in relative terms compared to a car, which would have to take a much longer route; GoogleMaps puts it at 15.9 miles, 39 minutes.

Last year my brother suggested that loading firewood into the wagon and pulling it to where it needed to go was more efficient than tossing them, not to mention safer. In a rare case of openmindedness, I considered it and concurred, so I have modified my methods for dealing with heaps of wood. I don't know how long I actually spent on this, but it consisted of carrying the remaining wood from the shed into the woodbox in the house, then moving most of the truckload into the shed, and putting the rest on the skids where the woodpile will go when the rest gets delivered. Then I did some other chores for Mom like a bit of lawnmowing and some storm window schlepping and cleaning.