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Wednesday Nov 9, 2005 #
trail running 1:12:05 [3]
shoes: Air Max Trail 09/05
With Phil on Mt. Toby. With both of us focusing (even more than ever) on the psychological ramifications of every move, I can report the following:
1. Immediately after announcing on the first long uphill that we are running faster than "talking pace," which I interpreted to mean too fast, Phil shuts up and increases the pace. I do my best to keep the gap from getting more than 20 yards. He seems quite pleased, though he does complain about the basic unfairness of the fact that I can run downhill, especially downhill through crap, faster than he can, so any lead he may have going up just isn't going to last. With which, I feel quite pleased.
2. I keep my head in front on the other two climbs, though it is clearly a case of the pace being set by the person behind. I will push hard enough to keep a few yards lead. If I hear him falling back I can ease up, but if he is getting closer, then I have to keep picking up the pace. I have no choice.
3. We opt out of one last climb and come back along Rt. 47, motoring pretty well. With a half mile to go I decide to take it a bit slower, and say as much. Phil rejects the idea of a social jog in and picks up the pace, finishing strong. I guess he had no choise.
In all, a relatively non-competitive run.... :-)
1. Immediately after announcing on the first long uphill that we are running faster than "talking pace," which I interpreted to mean too fast, Phil shuts up and increases the pace. I do my best to keep the gap from getting more than 20 yards. He seems quite pleased, though he does complain about the basic unfairness of the fact that I can run downhill, especially downhill through crap, faster than he can, so any lead he may have going up just isn't going to last. With which, I feel quite pleased.
2. I keep my head in front on the other two climbs, though it is clearly a case of the pace being set by the person behind. I will push hard enough to keep a few yards lead. If I hear him falling back I can ease up, but if he is getting closer, then I have to keep picking up the pace. I have no choice.
3. We opt out of one last climb and come back along Rt. 47, motoring pretty well. With a half mile to go I decide to take it a bit slower, and say as much. Phil rejects the idea of a social jog in and picks up the pace, finishing strong. I guess he had no choise.
In all, a relatively non-competitive run.... :-)