This week has been mostly about R&R after the Slickrock 100, and I’m liking it!  After the Bighorn 100 and Leadville 100 earlier in the summer, I was back to more-or-less normal training within a few days.  Those races were slow and didn’t beat me up too badly.  Going into Slickrock, I told myself I didn’t want to come out of this one in any mood to start training again.  Leave it all out on the course.  I wanted to come back wrecked, shattered, barely able to move.  All signs of what to me would indicate that I had pushed myself.

I was somewhat successful, but have started to get the itch to get back at it already.  I think I’ll take it pretty easy for another week before I start doing much in the way of training again.

Monday

Ouch.

Tuesday

A little better.

Wednesday

Jogged a little bit with the dog.

Thursday
Run – 2 miles

Final XC meet of the year.  Did the normal running around and taking pictures.  Felt WAY better than I thought I would.

The kiddos did awesome.  Malcolm made it through every single practice and meet, and was super consistent all season with his times all coming within about a minute of each other.  Lindsey fought super hard all the way.  I got a front row seat to the last .75 mile and was so excited to see her digging deep to finish just ahead of the girls that usually beat her.

During a lull in the race while I was standing around near another dad waiting for the kids to come through, I hear a dull thud behind me.  I glanced back and didn’t see anything.  A few seconds later, I heard it again.  And again.  Then the other dad turned to me and asked, “Did you hear that?”.  Then I saw what it was.  Incoming!  Someone was launching apples onto the course from behind a fence across the street.

I sprinted through the cars and leaped onto the fence, pulling my head up over the top just as a teenage kid was reloading.

“Whatcha doin’ there, cowboy?”, I asked with a smile.

“Uh.  Throwing apples.”, came the sheepish response.

I asked him to stop (or might have told him to knock it off), and he agreed.

I then cleaned up the apples before the runners came through and rolled an ankle on one.

Saturday
Bike – 25 miles

Got back on the road bike for the first time since June.  Hairy legs and all.  Mixed it up in a 12 man paceline for a while.  Felt good all things considered.

Saturday

Nada.

Sunday

Zip.

Pic of the week, checking out the petroglyphs in Sego Canyon: