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Thursday May 25, 2017 #
1 PM
Running (Trail) 2:02:35 [3] 15.2 km (8:04 / km) +522m 6:53 / km
slept:7.0 shoes: Salomon Speedcross Pro - Blue
It was *pouring* so naturally I thought, "What a great day to test my layers for the Alps!" (Admittedly, there have been other rainy days when I've thought, "What a great day to test the treadmill!")
It was 11C with heavy rain and I wore a lightweight, long-sleeved Capilene shirt with a Helly Hansen sports bra under my lightest waterproof-breathable jacket, a 2 or 3-year-old Salomon Bonatti. I also wore a Buff, medium-weight Salomon capris, Smartwool running socks and the Compressport calf sleeves that I bought as a souvenir of Lavaredo Ultra Trail (somehow they finished feeling dry but nothing else did). For the first 20 minutes, I felt too warm so I unzipped the jacket a little. After 40 minutes, I felt damp right to the skin, which was OK while I was running in the forest but if I'd been on a windy Alp or even if I'd had to stop today, I would have been cold. So I'll need more layers and/or my heavier waterproof-breathable jacket.
AdventureDog was my intrepid companion as we ran around Glen Haffy in search of elevation gain. I only repeated one hill so it didn't feel forced. I was proud of A-Dog for staying on the narrow trail as we passed the 8 meter stretch of lush poison ivy beside the K2 trail, and he hopped off the trail to avoid running through a large pile of fresh horse poop. Good boy! We met two fishermen at the public pond with big dogs on the loose so that was exciting.
The one surprise of the day came when we got to the top of a hill where we needed to cross a fence at mid-thigh height. Earlier in our run, A-Dog was ahead of me and had flown over the fence like a professional show jumper. When we reached the fence later on, he was lagging behind me and I glanced over my shoulder to enjoy the show. He took off and sailed over the fence like Superman - as if in slow motion - but I'd failed to calculate the length of his trajectory and he smashed headfirst into my hamstring. We were both shocked but uninjured. At the next fence, I noticed that he gave me time to get farther ahead.
I came home as a drowned rat , which was fixed by a hot shower, herbal tea and a roaring fire - nice, although a little weird in late May.
It was 11C with heavy rain and I wore a lightweight, long-sleeved Capilene shirt with a Helly Hansen sports bra under my lightest waterproof-breathable jacket, a 2 or 3-year-old Salomon Bonatti. I also wore a Buff, medium-weight Salomon capris, Smartwool running socks and the Compressport calf sleeves that I bought as a souvenir of Lavaredo Ultra Trail (somehow they finished feeling dry but nothing else did). For the first 20 minutes, I felt too warm so I unzipped the jacket a little. After 40 minutes, I felt damp right to the skin, which was OK while I was running in the forest but if I'd been on a windy Alp or even if I'd had to stop today, I would have been cold. So I'll need more layers and/or my heavier waterproof-breathable jacket.
AdventureDog was my intrepid companion as we ran around Glen Haffy in search of elevation gain. I only repeated one hill so it didn't feel forced. I was proud of A-Dog for staying on the narrow trail as we passed the 8 meter stretch of lush poison ivy beside the K2 trail, and he hopped off the trail to avoid running through a large pile of fresh horse poop. Good boy! We met two fishermen at the public pond with big dogs on the loose so that was exciting.
The one surprise of the day came when we got to the top of a hill where we needed to cross a fence at mid-thigh height. Earlier in our run, A-Dog was ahead of me and had flown over the fence like a professional show jumper. When we reached the fence later on, he was lagging behind me and I glanced over my shoulder to enjoy the show. He took off and sailed over the fence like Superman - as if in slow motion - but I'd failed to calculate the length of his trajectory and he smashed headfirst into my hamstring. We were both shocked but uninjured. At the next fence, I noticed that he gave me time to get farther ahead.
I came home as a drowned rat , which was fixed by a hot shower, herbal tea and a roaring fire - nice, although a little weird in late May.