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Training Log Archive: Swampfox

In the 7 days ending May 27, 2018:

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Sunday May 27, 2018 #


The day was completely diametric from yesterday--which was 99% of perfect or better, in terms of all pleasant outdoor activities. My plans were to spend a good bit of the day mapping and hopefully get a good bit done in the process, but fortunately I played it right. I was busy with a number of things in the first part of the day, and by the time I was ready to roll, the skies were saying very, very clearly.: "DO NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT ROLLING, ABANDON ALL HOPE." Shortly thereafter, vigorous thunderstorm activity ensued, with occasional minor breaks for rejuvenation and presentation of the next storm cell.

It was nearly all rain in town, luckily. But things did ease up by around 6, so I was able to get out for some running on the trails, which made me glad--for a while it was looking like an unwanted rest day. Up top, it was clear from mounds and mounds of quarter+ sized hail that the destructive energy of the various storms had targeted Happy Jack and surrounds to the south and east. Areas of meadow grass looked like they had been hit by a lawn mower. Aspens were completely shredded. Even the mountain bikers had been struck so hard that there was not a single sign of any left. Awesome stuff.

And for all that, it turned out to be not a bad run at all.

PS--Apropo nothing whatsoever, I would never joke about mattresses, unless maybe a girl was involved, and even then you would need to parse things very carefully in a hunt for veracity.

Friday May 25, 2018 #


Spent the afternoon on survey at Granite Planite, then hung streamers for my little land navigation piece of Mark Jenkin's Gannett expedition course.

Very large numbers of weekend campers were driving by the whole time I was mapping; no surprise, it's the first weekend all of the national forest is open between Laramie and Cheyenne, and the weather is stellar.

Thursday May 24, 2018 #


Woke up feeling like baking soda in shoes and overall very depressed that it was no longer WOD, and whoever knows if there would ever might be another one.

But then I remembered I had some leftover rice from several days ago, and had that for breakfast and felt much better. Plus, there was the Taylor Swift concert on Friday to look forward to!!!!

Since it was no longer WOD and that was that, decided it would be a good time for some At One With Nature Ran trails at Happy Jack at the end of a beautiful day with blooms of saxifrage and candy tuft all around. Saw some mountain bikers and one horse, but the real surprise was there were many more runners out than bikers--can't remember the last time I've seen that. All in all, a classic Laramie Range spring day, as good as it gets.

Wednesday May 23, 2018 #


One of the hardest things about WOD is determining when it happens. Or if ir's really kinda WOW instead? Or WOfortnight? Well, I was thinking it might be today, but who knows, when I walked around downtown this morning, I couldn't detect signs of much of anything, so I just thought to myself: "To hell with it, whenever it is anywhere else, today in Laradise it is WOD."

WOD is a very special day to me. I made my preparations. I put on running shoes, and even preceded that with the putting on of socks. And then I went out and ran intervals, 10 x 5 min., and even when it looked like it could rain/grapple, it didn't, so that part went pretty well. Then I went home and made pizza while listening to the WOD official song: "Private Idaho". I have no idea how the IOF chose "Private Idaho", but my theory hinges on a sophisticated analysis of two salient factors: 1) it's a very groovy song, and 2) notice how "Idaho" ends with an "O". If "O" doesn't stand for orienteering on WOD, then when in the world does it? (Of course on all the other days of the year, "O" stands for Oreo. We all know that.)

I know I shouldn't have to add this, but the pizza/Prvate Idaho part went pretty well, too. Won't you please come crawl out your window, it is WOD, and you can go back anytime you want to.

Tuesday May 22, 2018 #


With a forecast that all but guaranteed rains and dark clouds prominent in the western skies by mid-afternoon, it was a clear a well thought out, sound plan for a run was required. I devised a loop up at Happy Jack that looked like it would take just about 2 hours, give or take a few minutes depending on how heavy mountain bike traffic was at various trail intersections.

Driving up, the first forerunner sprinkles were already hitting the windshield--not good. And as I got started and obtained a view of Vedauwoo and surrounding area to the SE, I could see rain was already falling in that direction just a few miles off from a wholly separate system that was moving NW even as the larger system was moving east. It looked like I was doomed.

However, I persevered. As it turned out, the plan, while good, was not good enough. What made the thing possible was brilliant execution. I finished up running at the 2:02 mark, with light rain commencing over the last 2-3 minutes of the run, and heavy rain kicking in as I was driving over the cattle guard another minute later, headed home.

Some people might say it was just luck, but the fact I was wearing my good luck rain hat had absolutely nothing at all to do with it. Nor did the rabbit foot I had along in a pocket.

Monday May 21, 2018 #


O' at Remarkable Flats, 9.6 kms. Legs felt pretty good today, even with a little bite on the hills. Worked on running efficiently.

Spent some time in the evening looking at pictures and reminiscing about various O' experiences in Sweden.


Meant to add the following:

While I was beating feet around my route, I had to cross a small marshy area,, and was startled by a bird rising right from my feet and then settling just a few feet away (that's a lot of feet in one sentence), and then squawking at me to get my attention. It was a woodcock. In the same instant, I froze and looked down, and saw--just in front of one foot--its well hidden nest, with 4 speckled eggs in them. Close call for the woodcock.

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