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March 2017



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Good running day today: Made the (uphill) mile out in 16:04 including a pause for street-crossing, and jogged the whole thing except the first two blocks. Walked a half mile around the park in 8:56 (taking my time), stretched for five minutes, and ran the (downhill) mile back in 13:31. I had to drop to a walk for a tenth of a mile breather on the way back, but I made it up at the end, so I still ran 9/10 of the mile, and actually hit a pretty good spot of competence for about a block at the end there. A tenth of a mile of feeling pretty good! That's not to be scoffed at!

It was raining steadily on the way out, broken sun through the overcast on the way back. The dogwoods are in full bloom and the lilacs are starting--didn't those used to be May/June flowers?

Running in the rain is so much easier and nicer than running when it's sunny out. This will improve as the trees along my route leaf out, but for the time being, I need to get out earlier in the morning, dammit.

After Sunday's climbing (sent a 5.4 that was actually more like twenty-five feet of 5.6 and then twenty-five feet of 5.4; flamed out spectacularly fifteen or twenty feet up a 5.7+, flamed out less spectacularly maybe 25 feet up on a 5.6 with a chimney, due to the fact that my toes hurt so much I couldn't put weight on them any more) I came home and slept from 10 pm to 8:30 the next morning, which is unheard of for me.

So I couldn't fall asleep until 1 or 2 last night, and though I did wake up at six this morning, but since I had had a triggery night of hypervigilance and kept waking up every time anybody in the entire apartment building got a drink of water, I decided to pull the cat over my head and go back to sleep for another two hours.

Somebody from Massachusetts recently had a rather spectacular single-car accident where I enter the park. I can tell he was from Massachusetts, because he left his license plate behind. Sadly, he also shattered an old granite curb and took out two or three of the old Victorian neighborhood's beautiful slate paving blocks, which means the broken ones will be replaced with cement eventually. Entropy makes me sad.

Climbing last night was less than spectacular. I managed two 5.6s on the slab (one of them, the last, with a lot of pathetic flail at the top) and a 5.6 on the wall, and quit after that because my tennis elbow (which, in true me fashion, I gave myself while wielding a sledgehammer on my 35th birthday, go me) was acting up. Climbing two days in a row? Still brutal. (You should see the bruises on my knees from wedging my leg into that chimney on Sunday.)

Today's work is varied. I need to finish the final or nearly-final draft of "Overkill," get started on the new Secrit Projekt (tentatively titled, "The Red in the Sky is Our Blood") the opening paragraph of which came to me on my run, do laundry, blurb two things, pay a credit card bill, join the Ragged Mountain Foundation, file some tax paperwork, call my lawyer, email my agent, and make bread. Maybe I will try cvillette's pretzel bread recipe, though I have to buy butter if I am going to do that.

Full day. I guess that means I should get started, huh?


A tenth of a mile of feeling pretty good! That's not to be scoffed at!

No scoffing from over here. Just smiling and nodding in agreement.

Running in the rain is so much easier and nicer than running when it's sunny out.

I much prefer running in the rain - or early morning if it's going to be sunny. There is something about having the rain run down your face as you plod/gallop along and it makes that whole "blowing your nose into your fingers" thing so much easier.

Happy Running.
Thank you!

Yeah, and the ballcap keeps the rain off my face better than it does the sun likewise. And being cold encourages one to trot along briskly and try to get warm.
Surely, up there lilacs are supposed to be mid-to-late May at the very least--I rememeber them as hitting at that time in Iowa when I was an undergraduate there in the 1970s. (*tries to draw a line between Iowa and Connecticut on mental map of the US to check od their latitudes* *fails*)

The roses are in bloom down here--at least, the little old-style singles and double in the park across from my house, and the old red ramblers and Tropicanas by the waterworks are. The peonies aren't blooming yet, though, and it is still too cool at night often enough that you couldn't get a tomato to set. That's when you know the warm weather can be trusted--that, and the oak tress. Tomatoes and oak trees are hard to fool on the cold-weather/hot-weather thing.
Yeah. Oak trees wait for the maples to take point. ;-)
I LOVE when you post about exercise. It's all the more motivating to get my own butt in gear. Beat that mile down!
(Hi, tiellan here if you remember me!)

When I first started jogging, I literally couldn't handle more than a minute at a time without huffing and puffing. At one point, I'd worked up to almost four miles but it's been a while since I've been jogging regularly. I had to give it up because the mosquitoes were eating me alive -- the only way I could run in peace was to get up before the sun did. Since I was jogging alone on a secluded wooded path, I opted out. I miss running on soft dirt though, my knee seems to hurt more when I run on the treadmill than it did when I ran on dirt. Anyway, what I mean to say is no scoffing here either!

I had had a triggery night of hypervigilance and kept waking up every time anybody in the entire apartment building got a drink of water

I hate nights like that, and I had one last night too. My cat sneezed at 4am and I jumped up ready to brain somebody with the cheap plastic flashlight I keep by my bed. I gave up at that point and decided to just stay awake since my alarm goes off at 4:30 anyway.
I totally remember you, of course.

Dirt is much better than treadmills. Yes.

When I work up to the longer route I want, only the first and last mile will be on pavement; the rest will be on traprock paths. Much better.

I find that the moments of feeling good during running are few and far between...but they're *so* good that I keep on working at it, just on the off chance that they will come more often.

I have friends that claim that all runners are nuts. On occasion, I think it's true. (I come by my nuttiness honestly; my dad is a die-hard runner.)
It's like being beaten with hammers in a low-oxygen environment.

We do it because it's fun.

Require Clarifications of Terminology.

I am Being Taken rock climbing Saturday. This does involve a beginner's class, but I was wondering if you could point me to a site of useful/needful terms and definitions? I get, for example, that a 5.X is a rating of a climb/route...but how is that defined? What are the various interesting bits called (other than 'rope' and 'caribiner')?

Me, I'm interested enough to give it a better try than I gave college, so I don't want to look like a "Rock? Climbing?" Newb come the day, eh?

Re: Require Clarifications of Terminology.

There's a pretty good series of articles on Wikipedia that will tell you the basics, if you like.

Re: Require Clarifications of Terminology.

Wikipedia? Is there anything it ISN'T good for gleaning basics for? (well, nuclear fission, probably. But then again...all I'd need is some plutonium. *ponders* Then I could sell power to fund my Not So Evil Schemes! Moo Hoo Ha Ha HA! *ahem* s'cuse me...)