Sunday, March 31, 2019

Weekly Log 25-Mar to 31-Mar-2019

Miscellaneous ramblings:

  • If I were to resume running Boston some year, it seems like the Eastern States 20-miler in March, from ME to MA, would be a fun and good final tune-up race.
  • Americans are no longer the tallest people in the world, and the Dutch now have that title.   Yeah, sorry to bring you down, USA; I definitely didn't help.
  • Why is it that coffee syrup is so much more expensive than chocolate syrup?  Is it because there isn't much of a market outside of RI?
  • Why do a number of people think that Marty is creepy?  He did get in my way a couple of weeks ago when I was picking out fruit, but I still think he's pretty neat.  I wish I could talk to him and ask him questions (like where can I find wasabi?, or what's his best 5K time?), and I think I heard that's in the future plans for him.
Marty, the relatively new Stop & Shop robot,
moving about the store today.

  • I'd really like to run a trail race with a water crossing this year.  At least knee-deep would be good.  Any suggestions?
 
I'm thinking something like this
(last month at USATF 50K trail championships in CA).

Monday:  10
AM:  6 miles at Wilson Mountain, Dedham, MA.  2 loops up and down Wilson Mountain.  Tried to push it moderately on the "up" sections, and took it a little easier coming down.  Panting pretty good by the top.  Cooled down in the flat trails of Whitcomb Woods across the street.  Seven dogs on the trails today; fortunately, in contrast to my last visit here, these were all gazelle-friendly.

PM:  4 miles at Big River, West Greenwich, RI.  Cliff Dimon, on the recovery from a bad foot burn, was my willing tour guide this afternoon.  Appreciated his taking the time to point out trail intersections and where they go, including two places where I've gotten lost in the past.

Tuesday:  5
Noontime run at Barn Island.  Low 40s, felt very warm.  Trails drying up nicely.  Stuck to mostly single-track.  A few "old people" out on the trails; must be nice to be retired.  Some day ...

Wednesday:  9
AM:  5 miles.  Actually got up when my alarm went off and got out there!  Went to Bradford Preserve, only to find that I brought two different shoes, a minimus trail shoe and a regular trail shoe.  Ugh.  Well, I'm here, so I might as well as get something in.  5 miles, including 5 x Pumpkin Hill up, and 2 x Monument Hill down.

PM:   4 miles.  Got out of the dentist with just an hour before having to pick up my car from service.  Was hoping to run Burlingame, but with that short time window I'd have to stay in Westerly.  Went to Woody Hill fearing a scourge of mountain bikers when what I really wanted was solitude, so I made sure to go to Fallon Trail trailhead instead of Bradford Preserve.  Success!  The only person I saw was Tom Beattie out walking with his three dogs on the trails.  Made a quick loop around the pond and a little bit into southern part of Woody, before having to turn around.  Was told I had to pick up my car by 5pm, and got there at 4:59pm!  So I guess I could have run just a little bit further before turning around?  :)

Thursday:  5
South Woody Hill.  Morning run.  There aren't many trails in the southern portion of Woody Hill, but they're definitely getting more use.  The old blue-blazed trail from Robin Hills north has been quite overgrown for a number of years, but starting last fall, someone has been cutting and maintaining, and also cleared out the junk that presumably a homeowner on Twig Drive had used to block the trailhead there.  They even put a bridge over the stream crossing near Twig Drive.  This leads me to believe it was a mountain biker.  (Runners can jump from rock to rock to get across the stream; mountain bikes - not so much.)

I noticed two other extensions of old trails nearby.  Neither were in as good a shape as the blue-blazed north-south trail, and both seemed to terminate at private properties.

I stopped and looked around much more than normal, and was shocked that I had never seen the very well preserved remains of a house foundation just off "East Woody Hill Road" between the gate and golf course.

Friday:  0

Saturday:  10
Bandied about several ideas for a run, and then ended up going to Grills Hopkinton.  Ran the first seven miles without seeing anyone at all, then saw two women hiking down "Cole's Climb" near Polly Coon Bridge, and then again saw no one for the rest of my run.  Was happy with that.  Ran nearly all single track.  The orange trail (former WHS XC course) was a muddy mess near Big Rock, but pretty much everything else, save a few small spots, had dried out nicely.  I could hear lots of frogs near the ponds.

On the way back, lifted up my shirt to wipe sweat off my brow, and almost threw up.  You know that phrase in Clement Moore's The Night Before Christmas to the effect of "a round belly that shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly"?  Well, substitute "when he laughed" with "when he ran" and that's what you have.  This past week, I ate a whole 9" chocolate pie (no lie).  It was delicious, but time to smarten up and lighten up.  I'll likely never give up desserts, as they're my Achilles heel, but how about a little moderation?

In the afternoon, Jana and I went to an owl program at
Westerly Land Trust's main building.
Rehabilitated injured owls, a peregrine falcon, and a
red-tailed hawk were brought out.
This barred owl had to have one eye surgically removed after a car accident,
but still seemed pretty feisty.
The rest of the afternoon saw my 2nd failed attempt (final attempt)
at cord-cutting.  My first attempt was an indoor antenna to try to pick
up the local major network stations (failed; only picked up useless channels
like QVC, Home Shopping Network, etc, out of Norwich).
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Today I was up on the ladder with a new exterior antenna supposed to pick up stations up
to 60 miles away (Ch 10,6,12 are 45+ from my house), but obviously topography
and other factors weigh in.  I got a few more channels than with the indoor antenna,
including one interesting adventure channel in Spanish, but no dice on the
major local Providence channels.  Grrr; looks like I'll keep paying my hefty subscription
television service for now, with little competition (Verizon Fios not available in my neighborhood).

Sunday:  10
Solo road from and to The Bakery in Charlestown.  Ran through my old neighborhood, and past the first house I bought and lived in from 1990 - 2002, and then ran down to Charlestown Breachway, and a little bit into SK before returning.  Average pace 6:36!  Felt really good out there today, and even picked it up the last couple of miles.  56 degrees and sunny, but windy.
First run in these shoes:  NB 1500 v4
Cherry wouldn't be my first color pick, but I could either get this pair
for $51 or a v5 in blue for $110.  Easy choice for me.
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It often takes me 2-3 runs in a new shoe to get used to them
and for them to mold to my feet decently.  These felt great right
out of the box, and I loved them!  Lightweight at 8.6 oz,
but not minimus super light.
March mileage:  205

Weekly mileage:  50

Weekly synopsis:  Pretty good week, actually.  I'm still old, fat, slow, and lazy, but managed a good number of runs despite all that.  I got in 7 trail runs, and one road run.  With my marathon done, I'll want to get in the majority of my runs as trail runs for at least the next three months, with at least one semblance of a workout each week, and 1-2 road runs per week.  I hit all those criteria this week!

Weekly highlight:  My one road run this week!  I just felt really smooth on the roads today, and despite dipping down to sub-6:30 for the final three miles, felt like I could go a few more miles.
Of course, a post-run iced coffee and a heated
white chocolate / blueberry scone waiting for me
at the finish line
could be skewing some favoritism for this run as well!

Weekly lowlight:  Foolishly wearing two different shoes at a Bradford Preserve run on Wednesday.  I made the most of it, but just felt "off".

Monday, March 25, 2019

Weekly Log 18-Mar to 24-Mar-2019: One Last Winter's Hurrah

Monday:  500 yards swim, 5 miles run
Started off the day and week with a tinge of depression.  Vacation is over, back to 5-day work weeks (I know, get out the violin), and neither of the boys will likely be home again until their school year ends.

Noon:  Need to return to making my own plans.  Returned to swimming for the first time in over a month, and paid for it with tired arms and a creaky weak upper body.  Need to incorporate more frequently.

Late afternoon:  After work, went to Wahaneeta and ran all Wahaneeta trails.  5 miles is the max to squeeze in here.

Tuesday:  0
And today's moron award goes to ...

... me, of course.  After work, went to Bradford Preserve to run, only to find a good 30+ cars there.  What is going on?  Seemed like some type of big biker group or Badger practice.  No thanks.  Of course, they have every right to be there, but I'd prefer to avoid the crowds, so headed to Grills.  Only one other car there.  Great.  Started to get changed from work clothes to running clothes, only to find I did not bring running shorts.  What a moron!  I am such a scatterbrain sometimes.  Most articles of running gear I can do without for a short run, but no running shorts pretty much shuts down running.  By the time I got home, I lost too much time and totally lost my motivation.

Wednesday:  5
Final day of winter.  Got up super early, as I was taking a train from Westerly at 5:58am to Boston for meetings.  Reminds me of my Fidelity days.  Got a coffee at the Bess Eaton drive-through before boarding the train, and the young guy (20s?) taking my order said, "I like your car.  You gotta have the manual.".  Wow, very surprised.  Of course, I agree, but as with snow lovers, I am in the minority of people that not only know how, but actually like to drive manual transmission.
Meetings ended early at 4pm,
leaving me with an hour before my train.  Opted
to walk around familiar haunts where I used to work.
A city-slicker I will never be, but visiting them
(especially if not driving into the city myself) is interesting.
Comfy ride home on Amtrak from Boston to Westerly,
with plenty of room to stretch out.
As I've mentioned before, I do miss the culture, diversity,
and experiences I got working in the city (and around the world),
that you just can't get in rural, white Westerly where people work
in the same job for the same company for 35+ years.  It's just the
stress, long hours, and blur between work and personal life that I don't miss.
Got home at 7pm to an empty house.  Might as well go for a run and de-stress.  Got my headlamp and ran from home to Champlin Preserve trails.  Did not bring my phone/camera, but the orange "super worm moon" was really cool!  To add to it, a single coyote was howling.  It all seemed more like Halloween to me than full moon, but pretty cool!

Thursday:  0
Lazy slouch.  Alarm went off at 6:15am; shut it down.  I'll run at lunch; nope, have a WLT meeting.  I'll run in afternoon; nope, team meeting went late.  Time to shut this nonsense down and run before work; if I happen to have opportunity at lunch or after work, fine for a double.

Friday:  11
Set my alarm for 6:15 to break this lazy habit and get out for a morning run.  38 degrees and a downpour!  Ugh.  Can't win.

Noon:  6 miles downtown and North End.  I got lucky that today was light on meetings.

Post-work:  5 miles from Grills Hopkinton.  Wet right at Chase Hill Road trailhead, but then not too bad.  Stayed away from trails on Westerly side that I figured would be wet (orange near Big Rock, and yellow along the Pawcatuck River).  Unfortunately, today was Mean Dog Day.  Most of my run I never saw a soul, but on the main dirt road a dog saw me on a single-track and ran hard and fast at me.  Stopped two feet away from me and just looked me in the eye while growling at me.  Had to wait for the owner to come.  Not pleasant.

Saturday:  14
Pleasantly surprised to wake up to snow on the ground!  Albeit only an inch at most, but with this most disappointing of winters with a dearth of snow, I'll take it.  Ran a CW loop at Yawgoog starting from North Road trailhead.  Photographic essay:
Started out with a mile of paved road, which was horribly windy and icy,
but once I reached dirt roads like this (North Road), it was delightful.
Muddy once told me that you can tell if it's below freezing
by looking at leaves of mountain laurel, as they will curl
up below freezing.  (It was 31F at the start of my run.)
I sure hope this bridge isn't slick.
(It wasn't at all; ran right across it.)
There were definitely a few places today that
were a leap of faith jumping across.
Near Hidden Lake.  Beautiful!
I love these markers denoting the state boundaries.
(The other side is labeled "RI".)
Just a happy boy today out in the spring snow.
Most trails were fine today,
but the Freeman Trail was just a flooded mess.
Much of that, IMHO, is because the trail was designed
so poorly and is just straight without turns for runoff.
Stunning snow-covered bushes and trees.
(Orange trail at Camp Yawgoog, near Three Point mess hall.)
Narragansett Trail.  Definitely a little slower going today,
but what's the rush?
Will there be a day when I can no longer run through
boulder fields and uphills like this?
That will be a sad day.

Sunday:  11
Mostly solo run along the shore.  About three miles early on with the Run While You Can crew (Jeff V, Jim, Eric D, Kevin M), from Avondale down to Watch Hill Lighthouse.  Solo on the beach back to Misquamicut and home.  Felt good.

Weekly Mileage:  47 miles run, 1/4 mile swim

Weekly Synopsis:  47 miles isn't terrible, but also not what I was looking for.  It's easy to blame it on life, work, etc., but the reality is I just need to get more disciplined.  The weather is getting warmer, sunrise getting earlier, and I should be able to get this done.

Weekly Highlight:  Hands down, the snowy Saturday trail run.  Challenging and fun.

Weekly Lowlight:  My laziness.

Sunday, March 17, 2019

Weekly Log 11-Mar to 17-Mar-2019: From Key West to Rhody

Starting the week in Key West, and will be working our way north.
Caveat to the reader:  this blog post has photo-overload.
We were really happy to have Brady along for the South Florida vacation.
I think he was happy as well.  A very good passenger for sure.
Rented a 7-seater, 3-row Ford Flex.
A little bigger than I was comfortable with,
especially with parallel parking and tight lanes in Key West.
But it meant we had plenty of room for luggage and people
and dog.  Brady had a whole row to himself with his dog bed
spread across the 3rd row.  We don't spoil him or anything!
Big vehicle.  Great for family vacations, but I don't
think I'd want to drive this everyday.
Clearly not as nimble, quick, or fun to drive as my
dated, but fun six-speed manual Audi hatchback.

Monday:  7
About 4am I was awoken by Mark throwing up, writhing in pain, and asking if I could bring him to urgent care.  Sounds like either food poisoning or some type of stomach flu, but advised him urgent care probably not open until 8am and if still not feeling any better, we can go then.  But by now, he's woken up everyone, and Brady wants to go out.  So we went for a 4am walk so he could do his constitutional.

Slept in later than I would have liked, checked in with Mark, and he said he was feeling better.  Went for a run with Matthew about 8:30am.  It was already almost 80 degrees, with 80% humidity, and I was soaked pretty quickly, so took Brady for only one mile, and then brought him back lest he overheat again.  Ran a different part of the island today, and went past Smathers Beach, a run Steve Schonning had suggested.  While we did find some shade in a row of palm trees, we made the smart move to abbreviate our run, turn around earlier than planned, and head back before the heat and humidity consumed us.
Sorry, Brady, just one mile for you today.
Key West Nature Preserve
(We ran on a short boardwalk to get here)
Pelicans at play.  They are ubiquitous here,
so it's probably like a tourist take a pic of seagulls back in RI.
Matthew running ahead of me one of the few "trails" we found
all of about 100 meters long.
Smathers Beach
Public restroom at Smathers Beach
One of the weirdest I've seen.
No doors or interior walls, no doors on stalls either,
just natural stone.
Tommy-5K-style trails, a/k/a dirt roads.
The shade did help.  Marginally.

The small and overpriced, but quaint Palms Hotel that we stayed at.
Our room was the white double doors at 9 o'clock in above pic with blue Adirondack chair;
breakfast was really good and served outdoors at the covered bar
at about 2 o'clock in pic.
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When I say overpriced, I'm really referring to Key West overall,
and not unique to this particular hotel.

Love this picture Matthew took of Brady at Palms Hotel.
Not sure if he's saying don't bother me, or if he's just
tired of having his picture taken.
Obviously, we couldn't leave Key West without getting
the iconic tourist shot.

Grabbed some sandwiches to go at this place that Mark found
conveniently on our way out of
Key West.  While we were waiting the short 5 minutes for them
to be made, I thought, wait a minute, what was the name of the place
that Leslie just mentioned that she worked at in Key West?
Looked it up ... small world and interesting coincidence.

Hike (or more like a walk) at Bahia Honda State Park.  Helped to break up the long drive back through the Keys.  While the drive down was new and interesting, the same drive back was a bit monotonous, except the places where you're crossing water that were just gorgeous.
Beach at Bahia Honda State Park.
The views are expansive and beautiful
Brady has had enough of the views.
Can I get back in that air conditioned vehicle, please?
(BTW, Brady, I think you'd be happier living in the cooler climate
of New England than FL.  Just sayin')

Tuesday:  4
Miami Beach.  Venetian Causeway and Margaret Pace Park.  Right around 80 degrees.  Hot, but not as hot as Key West.
Interesting panoramic picture taken by Matthew, on a short break on our run on Venetian Causeway.
Downtown Miami in background.
Tacos for lunch outdoors at Taco Rico,
while walking around South Beach, Miami.  Hot.  Hot.  Hot.

Matthew and I had originally planned to go for a second run in late afternoon or evening, but unfortunately he had taken ill himself by mid afternoon and was bed ridden back at the hotel with chills and pains.  As the Bubonic Plague was spreading through the family, I just ended the day hanging out solo at the hotel pool.  I felt badly for both boys getting sick and in pain, but also selfishly feared I was the next victim.
Pool was pretty quiet by evening.

I really like the fire ambiance.
Why sleep in my own bed ...

... if the humans will spoil me?
(To his credit, Mark doesn't allow Brady up on
beds.)
You can see that Matthew and Brady clearly don't get along at all.

Wednesday:  5
Final day of Florida trip.  Got up at 6:30am to get a run in.  Brady was up right away and following us around, and since it wasn't as hot and we wouldn't be running long, we took him with us.  We went to Oleta River State Park, billed as Florida's largest urban park at 1,000+ acres.  Unfortunately, we got to the park about twenty minutes before it opened and it was completely gated shut.  As in iron gates that you couldn't possible get around or over.  Ugh.  One mile on awful busy cement sidewalks before the park opened.

Once we got in, it was pretty neat and quite a contrast to the busy streets of Miami.  The three of us ran some dirt paths along a river, before Brady and I went into the really twisty stuff.
Matthew and Brady through the palm trees
Pine forest!

Soft pine single-track
After a late check-out from the hotel, we drove to the Coconut Grove district of Miami, which was pretty neat.  Busy and active place with lots of people milling about, but also very dog-friendly.
We ate at "Lulu in the Grove", obviously named after Tom's dog

Not quite as hot as yesterday
After our late lunch, the five of us went to Virginia Key and played around at Hobie Beach before calling it a day and heading to the airport, and saying our farewells to Mark and Brady.  😟
Four boys playing on the beach

Eventually Brady got into the swimming

Happy to play fetch with his tennis ball

Sometimes we had to point out where the ball was to Brady,
but it really was so much fun seeing how he would react

Good times on the beach

Thursday:  7
Direct flight from Miami to TF Green landed after Midnight.  We got home about 1:30am and promptly crashed.  Fortunately I had taken Thursday off.  Alarm went off at 6:45am.  So why would I get up that early on so little sleep?  Well ...
Race registration for this famed race opened at 7am sharp, at
which time you enter an electronic queue until either
you get the nod to sign up or the screen shows that the
4,000 slots are filled.  Race purportedly sells out in minutes.
Matthew and I both got in!

Late afternoon headed to Ninigret with Matthew.  Quite comfortable running weather at 47 and sunny.  The only impediment was the sloshing in my stomach due to a late lunch.  I should know better.

Friday:  7
Lunch time run at Burlingame campground.  Trails had some wet sections and some snow and ice patches, but really few and far between.  I was very happy to be out on the trails, but I also felt that I was working super hard in the last couple of miles and getting weak.  I want to make a conscious effort to plan out some hilly workouts before embarking on a number of upcoming trail and mountain runs.

Saturday:  10
Matthew and I ran from Green Hill Park out to Matunuck and back.  We stayed together for about 3 miles at ~6:35 pace, but then when we turned into a headwind near the start of the Run 4 Kerri course, it was too fast for me and I got dropped pretty hard.  He waited for me at Trustom Pond, where we walked past the "No Jogging" sign, and then made sure we ran instead of jogged.  Another run that left me feeling slow and out of shape.

Sunday:  12
Likely my final run with Matthew for a couple of months.  I wanted to run trails; he wanted to run roads.  We split the difference and ran the first six on asphalt roads from Wood River Junction to Alton to the bustling metropolis of Woodville, and then the final six on a mix of dirt roads and single-track in Carolina Management Area.  I felt surprisingly good on this one!

Weekly mileage:  52

Weekly highlight:  Really just being able to get the whole family together for some vacation time in south Florida.  With Mark basically living in Florida now (I still hold out hope for an eventual return to the Northeast, no matter how unlikely) and having a dog, school, and a job, and Matthew in school in NH, I fully comprehend the difficult logistics of getting the whole family together for a vacation now, and I was thrilled we could pull this off.
John Pennekamp State Park, Key Largo, FL, with Brady on the Grove Trail.
At some point, unless I can kidnap Brady,
I'll likely have to get my own trusty trail companion.
If pressed for a specific run highlight, I would say it would be today's (Sunday's) 12-mile run, as I felt really good and finished strong.  I loved the trip down to Florida, but with the heat and shorter distances on runs, I can't really say any of the runs there were outstanding for me.

Weekly lowlight:  I don't know if I can call a run in Key West a lowlight, but man, that was just too hot for me.  I gradually acclimate to some heat during our own summer, but this is still technically winter after all.