Training Log - 12/22/10
I dissed out on training yesterday, which is coo, but it's because I didn't bide my time well and went to bed late, got up WAY late. 3:00pm, so there goes the time I had to train and then I felt rushed to get the things I needed done, done and it generally is a hellish day. I wanted to make up for it on the training late at night, but everyone was sleeping at my house tonight, instead of their significant others - and that thing is LOUD, so that's a no. Oh well.
TODAY - I got up at the reasonable time of 8:00am and caught the BX bus to Boulder w/a few Spidermen to go to the Spot Bouldering Gym. I have not sport climbed - or even bouldered in over 11 years. I thought it would be a nice diversion - and perhaps help me with developing a nice, lean upper body with a good grip. I hope the grip helps with keeping a grip on a handlebar for untold hours, while my hands go through the hell that is a gravel path. I've heard stories of people feeling numbness for months after this race. Do not want. And, I get some friend time in, which is good.
A humble experience in itself. Who I used to be 11 years ago, I am not now. My brain attempted to tell my body what to do, when it did remember what it is it was now supposed to do and performed exactly how I thought: not so well, but willing to put in some effort to try again. When I was 17, I was climbing 5.11c/d. I don't think I'll ever get up that high, unless I specifically train for some crazy alpine adventure, but if in a year I can eek out a 5.10, I'd be pretty crazy stoked. But in priorities, it's not really anywhere.
After a few hours of that, I hopped next door just to check out the velodrome in town. Terrifying. The angles in the corners are something like 33 degrees, on a 133 meter track. Yikes. BUT, for 30 bucks, they'll give you a, "how to ride this thing" tour, complete with bike rental.
Sunday's at 2:00pm.
Sounds like a fun diversion.
After that, there's clinics, slowly, they'll teach you not to die. If a track bike somehow falls into my hands - which, oddly, isn't so strange of an idea, considering their popularity, I may try some of the clinics, for fun.
At around 1:00 pm, I rocketed back to Denver on my road bike, keeping a fairly quick pace. Made it from 33rd and Walnut in Boulder to 6th and Washington in Denver in around 2hr, 30 min for 35 miles - if you count all the stops I took for lights and my route of, "wonder where this takes me...", that ain't bad.
My route was basically South Boulder Road West to McCalsin, Left on the Big Hill and Right, into Simms. DON'T take McCalsin/Indiana any more South, as it's sort of a busy road for bikes. Simms is much quieter.
Take that to the Simms Res. and ride the dirt road for a while, which is a fun diversion. Take off on a random finger trail out and take a random bike path to 88th. Take 88th until it doesn't go any further and go across I-36 on a weird pedestrian bridge. Wave to the 'bent guy and keep West abouts going that way till Broadway. Take that to Globeville and make it to 6th/Wash via Downing.
Or something like that.
So, 3 days, 70-ish miles and two dates at a gym. Not bad to start off.
TODAY - I got up at the reasonable time of 8:00am and caught the BX bus to Boulder w/a few Spidermen to go to the Spot Bouldering Gym. I have not sport climbed - or even bouldered in over 11 years. I thought it would be a nice diversion - and perhaps help me with developing a nice, lean upper body with a good grip. I hope the grip helps with keeping a grip on a handlebar for untold hours, while my hands go through the hell that is a gravel path. I've heard stories of people feeling numbness for months after this race. Do not want. And, I get some friend time in, which is good.
A humble experience in itself. Who I used to be 11 years ago, I am not now. My brain attempted to tell my body what to do, when it did remember what it is it was now supposed to do and performed exactly how I thought: not so well, but willing to put in some effort to try again. When I was 17, I was climbing 5.11c/d. I don't think I'll ever get up that high, unless I specifically train for some crazy alpine adventure, but if in a year I can eek out a 5.10, I'd be pretty crazy stoked. But in priorities, it's not really anywhere.
After a few hours of that, I hopped next door just to check out the velodrome in town. Terrifying. The angles in the corners are something like 33 degrees, on a 133 meter track. Yikes. BUT, for 30 bucks, they'll give you a, "how to ride this thing" tour, complete with bike rental.
Sunday's at 2:00pm.
Sounds like a fun diversion.
After that, there's clinics, slowly, they'll teach you not to die. If a track bike somehow falls into my hands - which, oddly, isn't so strange of an idea, considering their popularity, I may try some of the clinics, for fun.
At around 1:00 pm, I rocketed back to Denver on my road bike, keeping a fairly quick pace. Made it from 33rd and Walnut in Boulder to 6th and Washington in Denver in around 2hr, 30 min for 35 miles - if you count all the stops I took for lights and my route of, "wonder where this takes me...", that ain't bad.
My route was basically South Boulder Road West to McCalsin, Left on the Big Hill and Right, into Simms. DON'T take McCalsin/Indiana any more South, as it's sort of a busy road for bikes. Simms is much quieter.
Take that to the Simms Res. and ride the dirt road for a while, which is a fun diversion. Take off on a random finger trail out and take a random bike path to 88th. Take 88th until it doesn't go any further and go across I-36 on a weird pedestrian bridge. Wave to the 'bent guy and keep West abouts going that way till Broadway. Take that to Globeville and make it to 6th/Wash via Downing.
Or something like that.
So, 3 days, 70-ish miles and two dates at a gym. Not bad to start off.