Monday - Smithfield, RI - 8 milesI parked at Bryant and ran the local roads at a decent clip. Pinky toe felt fine and wasn't an issue. Quads became sore around mile six. I think yesterday's long run is the culprit. It was only 14 miles but I pushed the pace on a bunch of segments in the quarter to half mile range. That combined with the elevation was enough to wear 'em down. So they were a bit sore but it didn't slow me down. Otherwise I felt good and was happy with this run. Good way to start off the week.
Tuesday - Charlestown, RI - 4 milesAb Ripper X (15 minutes) / 150 push-ups (standard/military/wide) 25/25/30/20/20/30
"Barkeep," said the surly man. "I'll have an order of Dog Jog and Ab Ripper with a side of push-ups."
The bartender looked him over as he polished a pint glass. "You sure about that son?" he finally said. "Maybe you should start with some jumpin' jacks or Zumba."
The surly man glared. "Don't tell me my business." And he walked out of the saloon in a huff.
Wednesday - Charlestown, RI - 7.4 milesI decided to get my run out of the way first thing in the morning. Winter is giving no sign of retreating and it was in the teens. Cold compression gear, fleece vest, two pairs of gloves and I'm out the door. Amanda took the dog for a walk in one direction and I started running in the other. It was cold. I decided to head up a dirt road/private drive to try to connect it to Shannock Road via a gasline throughway. I dimmed my headlamp to sneak through undetected but missed the gasline path and ended up running down a long dirt drive to a lone house. I could see a car running in the driveway - time to flee! Running back up the hill, I heard a dog begin barking. Soon enough I saw the beast ahead of me. Large and white, it's eyes were ablaze from the reflection of my headlamp. It stood in the road alerting the hill people to my presence. Luckily it was all bark and retreated as I approached. Adrenalized, I made my way back to Old Coach and continued on, the cold forgotten.
The rest of the run was without incident. Ran up past the Nordic Lodge as the night gave way to early dawn. Then I made my way over to the Rathskeller parking lot before heading back. Took one more side road and was glad I did - from the higher vantage point I could see the striking sunrise. It was a mix of pink and salmon colors and amazing. Best sunrise I've seen in a while.
|Broke in my new 890 v3 this morning. The v2 have 581 miles on 'em.|