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Friday Mar 9, 2012 #
11 AM
run (active grumpiness) 40:00 [3] 8.0 km (5:00 / km)
shoes: Salamon XT Wings
A training session I hadn't banked on...
Last morning of Rottnest camp with 120 year 9 students. Time to ride around the island before dropping the hire bikes back at 11:15am. One student - I shall call him "Knobhead" for the purposes of maintaining his anonymity - decides that he is cool and needs to show everyone else this fact by skidding his bike lots (hooray for backpedal brakes).
Before anyone else has the chance to speak to Knobhead, he has already popped his back tyre. At the turnoff to Eagle Bay. About as far from the Bike Hire shop as you can get.
The conversation when I caught up to him from my position at the back of the large group of students went something like this:
Knobhead: My tyre popped
Me: You were doing skids weren't you?
KH: Yeah. So? Why did my tyre pop?
Me: See these 4 strips of tyre where you've worn through the black rubber, into the purple layer underneath - and this one here where there's no tyre left at all? The tube inside the tyre isn't going to last very long once it's dragging along the bitumen
KH: Really? Is that what happened
Me: You're a knobhead
Seeing as the time was about 10:30am, and the round-the-island bus had just gone through and wasn't returning for another 2 hours, I ended up leaving his bike by the side of the road, giving him my bike and running back to Thomson Bay. Instead of punching him out and leaving him by the die of the road, which is what it seemed like he really deserved.
At least he was nice enough to say thankyou when we got back to town.
Last morning of Rottnest camp with 120 year 9 students. Time to ride around the island before dropping the hire bikes back at 11:15am. One student - I shall call him "Knobhead" for the purposes of maintaining his anonymity - decides that he is cool and needs to show everyone else this fact by skidding his bike lots (hooray for backpedal brakes).
Before anyone else has the chance to speak to Knobhead, he has already popped his back tyre. At the turnoff to Eagle Bay. About as far from the Bike Hire shop as you can get.
The conversation when I caught up to him from my position at the back of the large group of students went something like this:
Knobhead: My tyre popped
Me: You were doing skids weren't you?
KH: Yeah. So? Why did my tyre pop?
Me: See these 4 strips of tyre where you've worn through the black rubber, into the purple layer underneath - and this one here where there's no tyre left at all? The tube inside the tyre isn't going to last very long once it's dragging along the bitumen
KH: Really? Is that what happened
Me: You're a knobhead
Seeing as the time was about 10:30am, and the round-the-island bus had just gone through and wasn't returning for another 2 hours, I ended up leaving his bike by the side of the road, giving him my bike and running back to Thomson Bay. Instead of punching him out and leaving him by the die of the road, which is what it seemed like he really deserved.
At least he was nice enough to say thankyou when we got back to town.
Thursday Mar 8, 2012 #
11 PM
run 15:00 [3] 2.5 km (6:00 / km)
shoes: Salamon XT Wings
Probably closer to midnight that 11pm.
3 year 9 clowns didn't heed the warnings about what would happen to them if they didn't shut up and go to sleep. They didn't seem to really believe that a teacher would enjoy taking them for a run in the middle of the night.
I was soft and didn't follow through on my threats to run them from Kingstown barracks all the way up to the Oliver Hill lighthouse and back.
I just ran them a km or so up the road, made them do a few hill sprints and jogged them back, with the threat of repeating the dose of any of them stopped and walked.
Things quietened down fairly quickly after that :)
3 year 9 clowns didn't heed the warnings about what would happen to them if they didn't shut up and go to sleep. They didn't seem to really believe that a teacher would enjoy taking them for a run in the middle of the night.
I was soft and didn't follow through on my threats to run them from Kingstown barracks all the way up to the Oliver Hill lighthouse and back.
I just ran them a km or so up the road, made them do a few hill sprints and jogged them back, with the threat of repeating the dose of any of them stopped and walked.
Things quietened down fairly quickly after that :)
Tuesday Mar 6, 2012 #
4 PM
run 28:27 [3] 6.0 km (4:45 / km)
shoes: Salamon XT Wings
Getting-more-regular out and back from school. Tried to keep it pretty comfortable, but was aware on the way out that I was moving a little faster than has been customary. Found out on the way back that there is very little between comfortable and hard at the moment. Got quite tired and very hot heading back up the hill with a tailwind (it may well have been mid 30's though)
Only about 15 seconds slower on the return journey though.
Only about 15 seconds slower on the return journey though.