Training Log Archive: CleverSky

Up Watatic and back with Patti, via the longer but less steep route both ways. Footing was relatively poor, due to people having postholed sections, and some slippery spots where there was just the thin overnight snow on top of blue ice. At least the snow melted on my driveway so I didn't have to shovel or anything.

Somewhere on the Pacific coast, a documentary film director who is also a simulated war correspondent decides to get a haircut, and flies across the country to do so. Although this does not set wheels in motion, it does affect the direction in which they are steered. Speculative, but certainly not impossible. Meanwhile, with digitization complete, momentum should be conserved with a move to either windows and tiles, or RC. Or both, of course, why not be ambitious? But this is unrelated.

Well, despite the fact that I thought I hadn't been up on those trails in Willard Brook in a very long time, it appears that my memory is a little porous, and in fact I had. At a sort of interesting juncture, though we won't go into that.

Had a headache last night, woke up with a headache, had a headache all day, and it didn't respond to any of my normal treatment regimen, so I figured maybe I should try getting more oxygen into my bloodstream. Looked out the window and it appeared to be drizzling, and I figured it would probably turn to rain. Temp in the mid 30s. Utterly miserable. Around this point my back started to stiffen up really badly. Yeah, let's do it.

Snowmobile tracks seemed like the best bet, and I figured Pearl Hill was where there would have been the most traffic. Headed out on a trail that I haven't been on in about 20 years, if ever. Very nice, gently uphill the whole way, and therefore easier on the way back. I tried a side trail on the return in the hope that I could make a little loop out of it, but I got to a spot where there hadn't been enough traffic to pack the snow, and I was postholing, so I went back. The snow was a little soft, not quite wet enough to be slushy, and there was no ice. And the drizzle turned to flurries (which later on eventually accumulated just a little).

My head didn't really bother me while I was running, but the headache definitely isn't gone. I suspect I may actually be sick, but that my immune system is doing a pretty good job of fighting off whatever it is.