Sunday, September 10, 2006
Since my training is, at the moment, tiny in every way, I've decided to take after British R+B crooner Craig David and post it seven days at a time.
MONDAY: See "I RAN FOR TWENTY MINUTES TODAY"
TUESDAY: I took advantage on my eastside house sitting location to return to my first true love, Snyder Hill. Snyder Hill is quite possibly the steepest motherfucking hill in the city. The upper reaches of Tumamoc might match it. Blackett's Ridge matches it, surely, but Blackett's is in a category all its own. I managed four repeats of thirty seconds. If you look at Snyder Hill (Snyder Road immediately west of Kolb), you will see a guardrail more or less halfway up. On a good thirty second repeat, I make it to the beginning of this guardrail. On a desperate, lactic acid-soaked thirty second repeat, I come up about five meters short and then stagger over to the driveway on the left side of the road just to be able to stand on flat ground with my hands behind my head. This shit tears me to shreds.
WEDNESDAY: Shakeout day. After twenty four hours, the Snyder session had me feeling positively wrecked, so I managed 10 stiff minutes around the nieghborhood just to get the blood flowing. I believe runs like this encourage the recovery process.
THURSDAY: A day of rest
FRIDAY: I returned to Snyder Hill in the evening. I felt pretty well recovered. I managed the same workout, and felt that I did a better job (my first repeat was especially spirited), but I could barely jog back to the Walgreen's where I park (just under a mile away). Truth be told, I Gallowalked more than once in about 1500 meters.
SATURDAY: Another post-Snyder shakeout was out of the question due to the rather rude lower back pain inflicted by two sessions in a week. I felt very geriatric.
SUNDAY: The back is still dodgy, but much better. I ran the same route as Monday, but a little longer. I planned on 25 minutes, but I was done at 23. I started at nine, and it was kinda hot.
Just for grins, I put my weekly mileage total at 13.
MONDAY: See "I RAN FOR TWENTY MINUTES TODAY"
TUESDAY: I took advantage on my eastside house sitting location to return to my first true love, Snyder Hill. Snyder Hill is quite possibly the steepest motherfucking hill in the city. The upper reaches of Tumamoc might match it. Blackett's Ridge matches it, surely, but Blackett's is in a category all its own. I managed four repeats of thirty seconds. If you look at Snyder Hill (Snyder Road immediately west of Kolb), you will see a guardrail more or less halfway up. On a good thirty second repeat, I make it to the beginning of this guardrail. On a desperate, lactic acid-soaked thirty second repeat, I come up about five meters short and then stagger over to the driveway on the left side of the road just to be able to stand on flat ground with my hands behind my head. This shit tears me to shreds.
WEDNESDAY: Shakeout day. After twenty four hours, the Snyder session had me feeling positively wrecked, so I managed 10 stiff minutes around the nieghborhood just to get the blood flowing. I believe runs like this encourage the recovery process.
THURSDAY: A day of rest
FRIDAY: I returned to Snyder Hill in the evening. I felt pretty well recovered. I managed the same workout, and felt that I did a better job (my first repeat was especially spirited), but I could barely jog back to the Walgreen's where I park (just under a mile away). Truth be told, I Gallowalked more than once in about 1500 meters.
SATURDAY: Another post-Snyder shakeout was out of the question due to the rather rude lower back pain inflicted by two sessions in a week. I felt very geriatric.
SUNDAY: The back is still dodgy, but much better. I ran the same route as Monday, but a little longer. I planned on 25 minutes, but I was done at 23. I started at nine, and it was kinda hot.
Just for grins, I put my weekly mileage total at 13.
