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Training Log Archive: j-man

In the 7 days ending Aug 13, 2005:

activity # timemileskm+m
  Hike1 1:45:00 9.7(10:49) 15.61(6:44)
  Run2 1:40:00 12.5 20.12
  Bike1 20:00 7.2(2:47) 11.59(1:44)
  Cross Training1 20:00
  Weight training1 10:00
  Total4 4:15:00 29.4 47.31

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Thursday Aug 11, 2005 #

Run 45:00 [3] 6.0 mi (7:30 / mi)
shoes: Asics

Around campus and environs. Found a noodle shop, steep hills, and some cliffs.

I got caught in a dead-end section but considered cutting throught the woods to another. Then I noticed I was at the psych ward and though better of it.

Run warm up/down 5:00 [2] 0.5 mi (10:00 / mi)
shoes: Asics

Wednesday Aug 10, 2005 #

Cross Training 20:00 [3]

level 12 hills on an old school machine.
385 calories

Bike 20:00 [2] 7.2 mi (2:47 / mi)

level 12 hills

Weight training 10:00 [3]

Just some free weights.

Tuesday Aug 9, 2005 #

Run 45:00 [3] 6.0 mi (7:30 / mi)
ahr:148 max:159 shoes: Adidas

(Distance approximate.)

OK - hear me now, believe me later: Emory University is a GREAT place for a sprint. The best viable location I have personally seen in the US, although that's hardly saying much.

It's virtues: principally, a 3-dimensional experience. It is a campus and a map will suggest something quite ordinary, but it is hilly, and features multiple planes and variegated prisms and areas with varying density.

By this I mean that the roads and passages connecting the building network is like a Chutes and Ladders sort of thing, with paved areas, and fields of differing shapes and orientations, much unlike the coordinate grid of many campuses.

Additionally, there is forest. Some real, real forest.

Just really fine venue.

Has this occurred to anyone else?

Run warm up/down 5:00 [1]
ahr:112 max:140 shoes: Adidas

Trying to slow the dripping before rejoining civilized society.

Sunday Aug 7, 2005 #

Hike 1:45:00 [1] 9.7 mi (10:49 / mi)
shoes: Adidas

OK. So I got to Atlanta (after a disconerting, last-second aborted landing, but I digress.) My luggage did not. Who knows where it went.

As my last shower was last Friday and I was wearing the same shorts/sweater combo I had most of the time in CO, and I had no other clothes, and I was at a work conference/training for five days, I thought the situation majorly naskied. Big time.

But, I had my trusty computer, and with Google's help, I located a target 2.5 miles one way. I suppose I could have run there, but then I would have been sweaty, and who wants to shop when sweaty? So, I walked, getting to destination in ~30 minutes. Looked around and found no Target - anywhere. Well, that sucked, but at least I could pick up some toothpaste.

But, luckily, I more or less remembered where another target was located, and as that one was 2.6 miles from point of origin, I thought the distance from my new point was arounf 2.5 miles (due to roughly triangular configuration) I decided to proceeed there.

Bad idea. My recollection wasn't entirely precise (I was rembering heuristically rather than purely spacially) and that proved to be a shortcoming. As 7:45 neared, I knew that my shopping pland would not be realized and furthermore, I was in a completely residential area with no Target in sight. So, I turned and it started to rain. Then rained really hard.

Luckily, I could stow my wallet and phone in my CVS bag. Everything else was soaked within 2 minutes. The other good thing was that my clothes got (slightly) rinsed. The bad thing is that wool sweaters don't respond to well to being inundated. Oh well.

Kept walking. 15 minutes later, reach an enclosed bus stop. Few minutes later, a domicile challenged individual joined me in my shelter. He looked better than felt, but I was hoping I still smelled better...

Say so long to my contubernal after rain slacked and eagerly proceeded to the happy Golden Arches for a 15 minute value meal stop.

Continued. Darkness falls, but I avoid stepping on the decomposing possum, being splashed by too many fetid puddles, and am not struck my any sideview mirrors while traversing miles of road devoid of sidewalk.

In the post-race analysis, I saw that Google had given me the location of a Target Convenience store, not the Tarzhay everyone loves. Although, I did make a turn about 300 feet from where the real Tarzhay was located (an intersection at which I saw one of their trucks, so I suspected something was up, but at the late hour, there was little to be done anyway.)

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