Training Log Archive: TravIn the 7 days ending May 10, 2009:
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Sunday May 10, 2009 #
Cycle 30:00 [2]
Inside cycle trainer. Easy spin to get blood into my cankle.
Saturday May 9, 2009 #
run race 1:15:00 [4]
Pick our Poison. 45 seconds into the race I twist my ankle. In the parking lot ferkrissakes. I ran a few minutes to see if it was just one of those little twangs, and it actually calmed down enough for me to finish one of the two loops. But now that I'm home I see that I have myself a nice big honkin softball of an ankle. Icing, NSAIDs, elevation, the usual. Conditions were insane. Course was outstandingly tough in the rain. And I would have said that even if I hadn't rolled.
Thursday May 7, 2009 #
run hills 45:00 [4]
Wednesday May 6, 2009 #
run 1:00:00 [3]
run 1:00:00 [3]
Runs to and from work. Bonkish on the way home.
Tuesday May 5, 2009 #
run intervals 1:03:00 [5]
7 trail intervals @ 6 minutes; 90 seconds rest in between. Last interval was actually 8 minutes and included Artaban
pilates 30:00 [1]
Monday May 4, 2009 #
Cycle 45:00 [2]
Just minding my own business riding home and this DRIVER starts yelling at me. Totally incoherent. Crazy stuff. Mean spirited I'm-a-driver-and-I-can-say-anything-I-want stuff. Unbelievably--and I shook this off as too implausible to be taken seriously--the driver looked a bit like, well, like Turbo. I know, I know: couldn't have been. But, you know the worst part? There were KIDS in the car. There really should be some kind of agency you can call.