My Drug of Choice starts with S-C and Rhymes with Pot
My Scott.
This drug lowers cholesterol,
lowers blood pressure,
decreases depression
increases mental processes
increases endorphins
decreases stress hormones
increases immunity, just to name a few.
Yea, my Team Issue Foil is nice, but nothing beats time on the 29’er, Scale Pro.
Yesterday headed up to the ski hill for some King of the Mountain fun. I met Rose, and Beth headed up.
I haven’t blogged in awhile. As if I haven’t had anything to say.
You’re right, hard to imagine.
1:50 to the top of KOM, my slowest time, I’m sure since 1995. I want to remember that time. I’m going to run it. Monday seems like a good day. I made it all in the saddle. It was dry. I walked a lot, it was demoralizing. Then, I said good bye to everyone, and did a ‘beginner loop’. Another 3rd or so up the mountain. During the beginner loop I began hearing more and more rub on by disc. Low and behold I had brake rub, that was significant, slowing the wheel at about 3 rotations. Is that the reason of my slow time to the top? Who knows, let’s hope so.
So yesterday was a good day, with almost 20 miles, with tons of climbing, tons.
I feel pretty good today. I am taking the day off though, to work hard.
So I can play hard Saturday and Sunday.
Wednesday I wanted to run around the Academy. I’m not sure about the exact mileage. I’m not sure if my knee would totally fall apart. I went to time it, and I was 72 hours from my dreaded Sunday. Let’s see how this goes, I ran as fast as I could. I felt like I was running ‘tempo’. I just mapped it with my time. Right about 9 minute miles. Not bad considering, I thought I was dying.
Me, I am never embarrassed to step up to the plate and have myself humiliated in the name of getting faster. So Wednesday in the pool, I worked only on sculling. That could have been totally embarrassing, except, I signed up for it. I’m fine on my front, I have no control over what my legs do on my back, feet or head first. My legs sink. I had to kind of kick them to keep control over what was going on: sink, sink, sink, to the bottom of the pool, not going anywhere.
Man, the things I do to get faster. Then, again, drills are my favorite workouts, cause, well, I don’t have to breathe hard.
Now comes Sunday,
The Long Run
Let me 1st start off by bulleting my stupidity:
- I had been at sea level for 2 weeks
There’s a reason why we don’t recommend competing for 12-24 days after returning to altitude
- My longest run in 2 weeks, an hour.
- Ate grains the night before
- Bit off more than I could chew
- Probably shouldn’t have picked the most challenging of 2 run choices I had made.
- San Francisco was 50-60 degrees and it’s 90 plus here
- Too little charge in my cell phone to handle an emergency