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Training Log Archive: PG

In the 7 days ending Jan 17, 2005:

activity # timemileskm+ft
  orienteering4 3:04:25 9.57 15.4 2805
  trail running2 1:38:23
  part trail, part woods3 30:00
  road running1 5:00
  Total6 5:17:48 9.57 15.4 2805

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Monday Jan 17, 2005 #

part trail, part woods 10:00 [3]
max:150 shoes: Integrators

Warm-up. Pretty cold morning, about 30 degrees.

orienteering 19:48 [5] 2.9 km (6:50 / km) +427ft 5:35 / km
ahr:161 max:172 shoes: Integrators

The Sprint, first sanctioned sprint ever in the USA. A really good run, and a far more intense physical and mental effort than the first two days. Only 19 minutes, but I felt like I had a full day's worth of orienteering.

Overall, a really enjoyable weekend for several reasons, ranging from the mundane but still important (perfect weather), to the orienteering (beautiful forest, excellent courses), to the social (good interactions between the Team and all the southern schools that had a whole bunch of kids there), to the "big picture" important stuff (time spent with good friends). A big thank you to Vlad for making it happen, and Joey Ciza from Vulcan for the huge effort he put in, and the rest of the gang of six (Boris/registrar, Alexei/day 2 course setter, Eric Weyman/course consultant, and Jan Lien from Norway/WRE advisor) who did most of the work, and also a thank you to all the Team people for pitching in on the weekend.

Sunday Jan 16, 2005 #

part trail, part woods 10:00 [3]
max:145 shoes: Integrators


orienteering 1:11:05 [4] 7.7 km (9:14 / km) +1247ft 7:24 / km
ahr:155 max:166 shoes: Integrators

Day 2, Red course. Good effort. Started perhaps a little too hard a pace, got pretty tired later in the course. Still getting blown away by the hills.

Saturday Jan 15, 2005 #

orienteering 48:32 [4] 4.8 km (10:07 / km) +1132ft 7:26 / km
ahr:154 max:165 shoes: Integrators

U.S. Team A Meet in Alabama. Ran M21 because it was a World Ranking Event, and I'd never run one of them, so what if I was out of my league. And since it was a middle distance events, it was actually a few hundred meters shorter than the Red course classic distance that I would have run otherwise.

No problems orienteering, but the steep hills took their toll. Did ok, but walked up a lot of hills, and it was hard to be pleased with my effort. Routes/Comments for all days in Alabama.

part trail, part woods 10:00 [3]
max:150 shoes: Integrators


Friday Jan 14, 2005 #

road running 5:00 [5]
shoes: Old Nike Gore-tex

An unexpected training opportunity -- from gate B3 to gate E17 in the Charlotte airport.

Our flight from Hartford was late and just as we reached the gate they announced that all connections were OK except for Birmingham. As I was getting off the plane it was 12:10, our Birmingham flight was scheduled to leave at 12:14, and the gate was as far away as possible. But we had to try. I took off to see if I could hold the plane, while Gail waited for Rhonda DeWeese who was further back in the plane, and they would come as fast they they could.

Never has a short run seemed like such hard work. Perhaps it was the lack of an adequate warm-up, perhaps it was the bags I was carrying (checking bags on USAir these days in just an invitation to have them spend the weekend in Philadelphia), perhaps it was the heavy jacket I was wearing. Whatever the reason, when I got to E17 I was exhausted. The good news was the plane was still there. The bad news was the ramp gate was shut. The only person there was the USAir agent finishing up her paperwork.

"Is that the plane to Birmingham?"
"Yes, but it's closed."
"I have to get on that plane."
"You can't, it's closed."
"No, I have to get on theat plane!!"
"No, it's closed."
"No, I have to get on that plane!!!!"
"No, it;s closed."
Time for a quick change in tactics. "Call the pilot, see if I can get on."
With some reluctance she does that, mumbles a few words, and then a moment later she opens the door and disappears down the ramp. Progress?
She is back pretty quick. "OK, where's your ticket." She takes their part. "OK, go ahead, get on."

At that point it's time to tell her about Gail. "Oh, and my wife's coming too, she's right behind me."
"How far?"
"Can't be more than a minute or two, she's going as fast as she can." An obvious grimace from the agent. I keep talking about how she'll be right here, and I can't get on the plane without her, and another minute or two passes, but still no sign of Gail and Rhonda, and the agent is getting really impatient. (As it turned out, the bouncy flight from Hartford had caused Rhonda a good bit of distress and the first thing she did on setting foot in gate B13 was throw up...).

Time for more delaying tactics. "Oh, and there's a third person with my wife, too, Rhonda DeWeese."
"Yeah, do you have her on the list?" Got to keep the agent busy. She checks the computer. "Yeah, but where are they?" Which is exactly what I'm wondering, not knowing about Rhonda's condition. Are they lost?
But still no sign of them. And I am still out of breath and sweating profusely.

More delaying. "Actually there are 4 of us."
"Yeah, but the fourth one should already be on the plane. Can you check to see if he is? His name's Cote."
She's getting really fed up with this whole process, but her training in customer service is ingrained deeply enough that she just can't shut the ramp door and tell the plane to leave, much as she may want too. A few more seconds pass while she's checks if JJ is on the plane. He is. And then down the concourse I spot Gail and Rhonda coming.

We get high-fives from JJ as we get on, scowls from everyone else, and a bit of sarcasm from the flight attendent as she welcomes the "late-arriving" passengers. The flight to Birmingham is even bumpier, but we are glad to be on it, even if Rhonda does throw up three more times....

orienteering 45:00 [1]
shoes: Integrators

Walking around the practice course at Oak Mt. State Park in Birmingham.

Thursday Jan 13, 2005 #

trail running (slop) 52:34 [3]
shoes: Old Nike Gore-tex

Snowmobile trails in Montague with Phil. The trype of run that you call "good training", meaning it was pretty miserable. We're in the middle of a brief thaw. Never knew how much you would sink in, anything from an inch or two to six inches or so. Spent the whole time nervous about how my calf muscle would manage (it survived ok, I think) and trying to stay as relaxed as possible (while feeling like it was an interval workout every time we went up the slightest hill), also struggling to keep up to Phil. But, good training!

Tuesday Jan 11, 2005 #

trail running 45:49 [3]
ahr:146 max:162 shoes: Old Nikes

Snowmobile trails in Montague, pretty firm so pretty nice running, though my shoes weren't getting much traction. Time for a new pair anyway, the holes in the uppers are getting bigger and the water comes in pretty quickly whenever I land in a puddle. Actually it's been time for a new pair for about three months now....

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