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Tuesday Oct 2, 2007 #
trail running 1:12:17 [3]
weight:137lbs shoes: Montrail #2
Real nice run with Phil, Robert Frost trail from Mill River to Depot Road and back, aka the Dean's trail. No sighting of any deans.
Legs were not too lively, but fortunately the pace was relaxed for most of the way, giving the opportunity for practicing the art of conversation, in particular practice at stretching a 5-minute story into one of 15 or 20 minutes, and in doing so, getting over a few hills without really noticing them.
Just after we turned back we could hear train whistles in the distance, and then a minute or two later train whistles somewhat closer. And since we had a track crossing coming up shortly, we picked up the pace, and made it across with what seemed like plenty of room to spare -- I was up the next slope, maybe a 20-second effort, when the Amtrack train came whipping past the crossing, but it sent a shiver down my back, thinking of the consequences of a fall while crossing -- the engineer having time only to think, "Oh, shit," as the train rounded the corner and he spotted someone on the tracks, and me being permanently AOWN.
Phil got a little antsy with what he claimed was my slow pace up the last hill, so of course I had to pass him back going down the other side, and then the pace just stayed high the last ten minutes. Such male foolishness.
38:07 out (8:56, 9:58, 7:18, 11:55), 34:10 back (11:06, 7:02, 8:59, 7:02).
Legs were not too lively, but fortunately the pace was relaxed for most of the way, giving the opportunity for practicing the art of conversation, in particular practice at stretching a 5-minute story into one of 15 or 20 minutes, and in doing so, getting over a few hills without really noticing them.
Just after we turned back we could hear train whistles in the distance, and then a minute or two later train whistles somewhat closer. And since we had a track crossing coming up shortly, we picked up the pace, and made it across with what seemed like plenty of room to spare -- I was up the next slope, maybe a 20-second effort, when the Amtrack train came whipping past the crossing, but it sent a shiver down my back, thinking of the consequences of a fall while crossing -- the engineer having time only to think, "Oh, shit," as the train rounded the corner and he spotted someone on the tracks, and me being permanently AOWN.
Phil got a little antsy with what he claimed was my slow pace up the last hill, so of course I had to pass him back going down the other side, and then the pace just stayed high the last ten minutes. Such male foolishness.
38:07 out (8:56, 9:58, 7:18, 11:55), 34:10 back (11:06, 7:02, 8:59, 7:02).
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