2012 Training Log – Week 43
After a terrible week of training last week, things started coming back around. I still think I’m only at 70-80%, but I was feeling encouraged enough to scrap together a last minute road trip with the family for my birthday weekend. It turned out to be a great call.
Rallied somewhat after a dismal week and ran this hilly route at a medium tempo averaging 7:45. Still not feeling great, but getting better.
Easy-moderate effort at the Boneyard. Signed up for a 50K this weekend. Did 4 laps at what felt like a comfortable pace for the opening miles of the race.
A little better today. The perceived effort was lower than it has been for a while, nice to just get out and have a normal run.
As a long-time cyclist, I’m used to taking some abuse while out on the roads. I haven’t had to deal with that much as a runner (thankfully), but I heard a new one today.
I was cruising through a nice neighborhood, just running out in the street. The place is super quiet and probably sees a car every 10-15 minutes, if that. A larger, older, and apparently grumpier guy was standing in front of his house watering the lawn with a garden hose. It looked sort of like this:
As I passed, he (in his most condescending and gruff tone) said loudly, “Nobody’s ever heard of a sidewalk or a track…”. It took me a second to replay and process what I just heard. At first I thought he was trying to make some sort of joke, then I realized he was bitching at me for running out in the road. ?? Without changing my arm swing or anything else, I let my left middle finger drift ever so slightly higher than the rest. That triggered a “THANKS FOR THE FINGER, ASSHOLE!!” shouted at my back.
Wow. That dude has some issues.
I shook my head and wondered to myself why I couldn’t just let something slide for once. That finger is going to get me in trouble one of these days. I suppose the smart play would be to start looking into elective surgery to get it removed. Then I would have to move on to a zipper implant for my lips.
I wondered if he was ticked off enough to come after me in a car, and considered altering my route since I was headed down a long and straight road now and would be easy to spot. Then I reflected back on the profile he presented standing out in the yard and thought that by the looks of it, taking action on things wasn’t something that happened too often.
Kinda ruined my vibe. Made me angry at him, yet sad for him at the same time.
Took our time driving to Leadville to pick up Malcolm after his last class of the day. Did lots of shopping at the Silverthorne outlet stores, and spotted license plates from 34 states along the way. Flipped a U-turn in Leadville and headed back down the mountain, through Denver, and out across the plains. Stopped for the night in Burlington, CO – near the KS border. Long day.
The dog would rather not go shopping:
LJ in the Leadville sunshine sporting the hat she crocheted herself:
Finished off the drive to Topeka. Hung out while the kids went swimming at the hotel. Took the dog for a walk. Nice, mellow evening.
Fantastic birthday run at the Lake Perry Rocks! 50K north of Topeka, KS.
4:47, 6th overall, 1st place over 40.
Ended up wearing a good bit of the trail on my shirt (credit: Kevin Gray):
Will have a good report for this one. Might take me a while to get it all together with everything else going on right now.
The icing on the cake was seeing Malcolm finish his first ultra. His longest run of the year was 13 miles one week ago. I certainly wasn’t running any 50K races when I was 18…
Long drive home that night. Kansas, as it turns out, knows how to put on a dandy light show.
Drove back up to Leadville to drop Malcolm off. Took advantage of the late evening light and got out for a little hiking in the snow. Good thing I packed a headlamp…
Total: 54 miles / 8:06