Speeding, wondering, waiting

Short translation of today’s verbs: I did a speed workout (repeat 600s) yesterday.  Last night, and this morning, was wondering where the pain would show itself, and waiting for it to appear.

Funny, but the soreness of a workout doesn’t show up for me until 24 hours later.  I was looking for it all day (the niceness of a vacation day), and sure enough, right on time the quads indicated intense use.

The good kind of soreness that means I worked hard last night. unlike the bad kind of soreness that’s like “oh, you don’t remember the whiskey and fist fight”.  

The repeats felt great- hard, why did i go out so fast, i think i can do another (the only thought you have after 2 minutes of rest), etc…  Great run, good to run with a lot of people, thanks to the Maine Running Academy for letting me be a guest (a la Jerry from Law and Order).


Preparing, gasping, registering

I did it. I officially registered for the Mt. Washington Auto Road Race. 7.6 miles, up.

“The mostly paved auto road rises 4727 feet in 7.6 miles, nearly a 12% average grade. There is a 22% grade section at the top”

My biggest challenge to date – definitely need to be prepared for this one. 

Want to run up a hill? Call me, I’ll meet you there. For repeats.


Switchback, climbing and pushing

Race report # 3 – Bradbury Blizzard 5 miles, March 3, 2013

Since i’m a bit behind in my writing on this, I’ll provide the bullet point highlight / lowlight list

1. Ann (wife o’Jedi) is one of the nicest people ever. Her blog entries end with “keep smiling”. Ann, when she finished this race, a bit after I did, went over to Ryan, and actually started punching him – with purpose, and reason!

2. Upon consideration, the Breaker was my favorite of the summer races – it was so hard, but middle of being in ok racing shape, right around my birthday, tough, but I felt like I accomplished something that day, and “earned my chocolate milk”. This was a breaker loop, on snowshoes.

3. The snow was completely different from the last 2 races, and I think that made a big difference – harder to push off when it was compacted.

4. Up the Switchback, on snowshoes. Thank you Jedi for the nice words, and to Kate, for waving and wondering outloud with me if there was an actual top.

5. Knowing that I was going to finish.

6. My bad ass hat

7. Thinking I could continue the day, as if I didn’t spend 5 miles running up. (me, in target, walking sideways, pushing on my hip flexor = awesome)

8. Running down the hill AS FAST AS I COULD, with my arms up, bounding bounding bounding. If you ever have the chance to bound down a mountain (whatever size) on snowshoes, I highly recommend it. Wind in my hair, barely standing, but somehow managing to stay upright, almost flying.

9. Being amazed at how great the TMR team is, again and again. Great performances, lots of smiles, digging deep.

10. 2 weeks later, remembering it fondly.

Pausing, Marveling, Snowshoeing

Race Report # 2, The Bradbury White Out. February 10, 2013

t minus a week – and there was rain. And, like the itsy bitsy spider, it dried up all the snow. Great! I can run on trails. Faster (ha) than snowshoes – no problem. The white out won’t be white, but fuzzy wuzzy wasn’t fuzzy, (was he?).

t minus 2 days – THERE WILL BE SNOW. Meterologists predict the END OF THE WORLD. Snowmageddon. New England will be hit from this side with system of weather that has the words pressure and low and maybe high and el nino and swooping hand gestures in front of blue screens. The heavens will open up, things get cancelled, road races fall by the wayside. Snow shoeing trail monsters celebrate. The race director is cautiously optimistic.

And boy does it snow. The wind blows, the drifts pile. Bigger than the storm of 78? Who’s to say. Did I win the battle of getting more snow than my Dad (the only thing that matters in weather). YES.

Sunday morning – same deal i arrive in time, i remember my snowshoes. i even have a nice breakfast of eggs, spinach and a piece of toast. Domesticity in a trail monster shirt.

Strapped the snow shoes on on the side of Rt. 9. There was so much snow. kid in a candy store kind of snow.

Ditch a layer at the last minute, cozy up to Kate, and we’re off! Because of all the snow, the trail is narrow. Single track minded, passing means wading. I was 2nd in a group . Felt like a daisy chain. I heard them behind me. After a while I was done with them behind me. I stepped aside. Then it was Kate and I. And then, I felt stronger than the pace I was going. I passed Kate, ready to go it alone. Maybe I could catch someone?

Run Run, suck wind, keep the feet close. And then, THEN! (she says, as if getting to the point), THEN I turned to the right, and there was a BRIDGE. not under me, next to me. A Bridge!  I shouted to Kate in case she could hear me. There was so much snow, the trail went next to the bridge. ha.

Run, run, run. Smile for the picture – gosh this is fun. run run run. Don’t move your feet too wide apart, because they will catch in the huge sides of snow.

pause for math. I am 61 inches tall. my knees are 17 inches off the ground. 24 inches of snow, plus drifts – you’re picking up what i’m putting down.

Run, run, run, eat some snow, and then! THEN it was over! and I was 2/3 a snowshoe bad ass! i kept my snow shoes on, because I didn’t hate them, cheered in the peeps, had some soup, and off to the rest of Sunday!