4C/39F + rain = damn cold!
No, I’m not talking about my run today. I’m talking about the bike ride home. Brrrrrrrrrrr. Man, that was wet and cold. I’ve been home for an hour and I’m still cold. Brrrrrrrrrr…brrrrrrrrrrrrr.
After a three week layoff from biking, I got back in the seat today. I’d planned on a two week break (one week before the 1/2 marathon and one after) but another week squeeked in there. Grrrrr.
The ride to work was a bit tough but not too bad. The way home was (besides the freezingness described above) suprisingly not difficult at all and that’s after a 50 minute run at lunch. Wahoo!
Looks like I won’t be riding tomorrow because guess what? We are supposed to have bloody snow flurries over the next 24 hours! Argh. That’s Alberta for ya. As Forest would say, “ya never know whatcher gonna git”. I do plan on riding through at least part of the winter but I’m not properly geared for it right now so I’ll be passing on the very real likelihood of hypothermia thank-you-very-much!
By the way, and in case you’re wondering, winter is not supposed to start here till around the end of October. In other words, “this too shall pass”.
Anywho, the lunch run was good. Two days in a row with Nick and Corinne. That almost never happens. In fact today may have been a first. I’m not sure. Anyway, it was a light run in comparison to yesterday’s hilly run. We ran out to the “peace mile” so I could see how badly I’d calibrated the speed+distance monitor. Turns out the answer is “very badly”. It was exactly 60 meters under each way. That’s not good so I’m gonna listen to Mike’s suggestion to do the calibration while running much slower. Thanks Mike, I’ll give it a go!
We ran the mile home fast. 7:15 – 7:20 fast. Not sure exactly since I forgot to press the stop button. Geez I’m good with this technology huh? Anyway, the last 100 meters or so were a blast. “Sister” decided she wanted to have a sprint race. She took off. Three seconds later I decided I was game and chased. Man those little legs of hers (I think she’s around 5’3″) can go. There’s some great leg turnover in that little frame. Think of Corinne as “Seabiscuit” and me as that other really tall forgettable horse. You know…old what’s-his-name!
I caught her in the last 10 meters thanks to a lot of concentration on shortening and quickening my long, stretching clomp clomp clomp-alomp strides
Seabiscuit didn’t lose me today but, if I remember correctly, not winning just pisses him/her off. I could be in trouble next time!

Wednesday September 08, 2004 @
Never underestimate the under-tall.

I heard about your snow and blogged about it.
heh