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Wednesday Mar 9, 2011 #
8 AM
Run 1:00:00 [3] 11.7 km (5:08 / km)
Didn't expect a great deal of this morning, after a night which will be familiar to at least some readers - being awake from 1 to 3 and taking forever to get back to sleep. The difference is that in my case it was talking scientists (I had an international teleconference) rather than screaming small children.
My lack of expectations were largely realised, although it wasn't horrible. Rather annoying that every time I looked like getting into some sort of rhythm I got held up by traffic (the price of being out a bit later in the morning than I usually am). Humid but without the anticipated rain.
My bright idea (with street-O tonight at Scotch) was to leave the car at Kooyong for the day and get the train in (I'd normally ride in such circumstances but my bike's being serviced). I just missed the train I was aiming for, which caused more of a delay than anticipated because the next train ended up stopped a couple of kilometres up the line with someone splattered across the front of it (whose intentions can safely be gleaned by virtue of the fact that the news reports of the incident finished with the contact numbers for Lifeline and Beyond Blue). I presumed (correctly, given that various colleagues on the same line ended up getting into work well after I did) that the promised buses would be some time in coming and switched to plan B (tram to Glenferrie, then train on a different line).
My lack of expectations were largely realised, although it wasn't horrible. Rather annoying that every time I looked like getting into some sort of rhythm I got held up by traffic (the price of being out a bit later in the morning than I usually am). Humid but without the anticipated rain.
My bright idea (with street-O tonight at Scotch) was to leave the car at Kooyong for the day and get the train in (I'd normally ride in such circumstances but my bike's being serviced). I just missed the train I was aiming for, which caused more of a delay than anticipated because the next train ended up stopped a couple of kilometres up the line with someone splattered across the front of it (whose intentions can safely be gleaned by virtue of the fact that the news reports of the incident finished with the contact numbers for Lifeline and Beyond Blue). I presumed (correctly, given that various colleagues on the same line ended up getting into work well after I did) that the promised buses would be some time in coming and switched to plan B (tram to Glenferrie, then train on a different line).
7 PM
Run race ((street-O)) 43:15 [4] * 9.0 km (4:48 / km)
spiked:18/18c
Street-O at Scotch. After last year I thought it might be a short sprint-style event as it was last year, but it was a conventional scatter event, on one of the more interesting areas in the program - the Yarra, the freeway and the railway line provide plenty of opportunity for route choice triumph and disaster. Tonight's course-setting encouraged that, with an awkwardly-placed cluster of five controls which we had to get at least some of.
After a straightforward first few legs I decided to do something radical, as evidenced by the fact that no-one else was anywhere near me. This probably meant either triumph or disaster, and I suspected the former. To some extent this was true, although Bruce found a variant which was similar; we got a big jump on the rest of the field though. What's still missing is my next gear; I felt better than I did last week but ran a similar pace (although there was enough mud and stair-work around on a wet night to slow the time down a bit). I felt I needed to gain three or four minutes on the field on route choice to have a chance, and in the end it was probably more like two.
There was plenty of visible evidence of Scotch's money at work (it's rumoured that the budget of the Scotch rowing program is bigger than the budget of Rowing Australia). They haven't, however, been able to buy decent batsmen if the scoreboard on display (all out 54 in 23 overs) is anything to go by.
After a straightforward first few legs I decided to do something radical, as evidenced by the fact that no-one else was anywhere near me. This probably meant either triumph or disaster, and I suspected the former. To some extent this was true, although Bruce found a variant which was similar; we got a big jump on the rest of the field though. What's still missing is my next gear; I felt better than I did last week but ran a similar pace (although there was enough mud and stair-work around on a wet night to slow the time down a bit). I felt I needed to gain three or four minutes on the field on route choice to have a chance, and in the end it was probably more like two.
There was plenty of visible evidence of Scotch's money at work (it's rumoured that the budget of the Scotch rowing program is bigger than the budget of Rowing Australia). They haven't, however, been able to buy decent batsmen if the scoreboard on display (all out 54 in 23 overs) is anything to go by.