ilanarama: me on a bike on the White Rim trail (biking)
Um, yeah, that would be ME.

Phil's World 7/18/09

Britt and I had heard a lot about Phil's World, a newly-created trail system near Cortez (about 45 minutes west of here) and so despite 1) getting a late start and 2) it shaping up to be an insanely hot day, we headed out this morning to ride. It turned out to be great fun, although each of us crashed once, and there were several spots where each of us shook our heads and said, "Uh-uh, me not doing that." Still, I rode a lot more than I walked, which I count as a win. I also managed to not expire of the heat, although toward the end you could probably have fried an egg on my skin.

I will do it again. In October or November.

More photos here. For some reason I look oddly rotund in them.
ilanarama: me on a bike on the White Rim trail (biking)
Oh, I did, by the way, blow off the Wednesday afternoon sessions and go mountain biking. Took the Peaks Trail to Frisco, 8 miles of singletrack, and yes, I was by myself, and so I very much erred on the side of caution. Still, I rode bits that I am pretty sure I got off and walked before (I rode about 1/3 of it with a group last year; we turned around at a nasty river crossing which is now bridged) and did not actually fall off the bike at any time, although I possibly came close. Then I rode back on the paved path directly into the howling wind, which was extremely not fun. A total of just under 20 miles of riding, averaging the same average speed at which I ran the Baltimore Marathon. :-)

I also ran 7 miles on Tuesday morning, and about 4 this morning. I pretend that living at 6600 feet makes me impervious to altitude, but all it takes is a tiny uphill here at 9600 feet and I am gasping and miserable. Clearly I need to get more altitude training before the Imogene Pass Run in September. I wanted to go biking again tonight, or running tomorrow morning before driving home, but I'm running the Steamworks Half Marathon on Saturday and must conserve glycogen. To that end I am carboloading a bomber of Switchback Amber from the Backcountry Brewery in Frisco, and have polished off most of a bag of Rold Gold Honey Wheat Braided Twist pretzels. La la la.

I did make it back for the Wednesday evening special session, which was James Balog of the Extreme Ice Survey showing all sorts of nifty time-lapse photography of glacier faces falling into the ocean. As soon as I got back to my room I put his NOVA/PBS documentary on Netflix. REALLY COOL, folks. After his presentation he made a heartfelt plea for scientists interested in using his images to extract land-ice data to help him get funding, because he really needs $600,000 to keep going, and all I could think of was, wow, in the world of scientific projects that is such a tiny little amount. I actually don't know how useful his stuff is in the world of glaciology - we are just starting to fold glaciology into our models, so it's a kind of climate science I'm only barely conversant with - but wow, it's science in action!

Tomorrow morning I shall drive home. Whee.
ilanarama: me in Escalante (yatta!)
Today I managed to get to the Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory 2nd quality sale long enough before the doors opened to be in the first batch of people admitted, which means I scored the small amount they had of the java toffee and dark chocolate macadamia toffee and some of the few truffles. Alas, they had only a small truffle selection, and no Rocky Mountain mints. But we are re-chocolated for the summer. (Also? I can't believe how many people were standing in line before the doors opened. I guess this is what passes for a big event in Durango!)

I got out of there a half hour and approximately $50 later, raced home, got in my cycling clothes and hopped on my bike and went to the second Durango Mountain Bike Camp women's clinic. And managed not to kill myself horribly or even take a spill, although I did bail on a couple of switchbacks I ought to have tried. One woman did fall on an exposed curve and went flying off the edge of the cliff into a dead tree, which pretty much is why I cautiously bailed on it. (She did not die horribly, but there was a good deal of blood.)

So I call it a successful day. Tomorrow I run a trail 10K up a steep-ass hill, and down the even steeper-ass other side. I shall try not to kill myself horribly.

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My running PRs:

5K: 21:03 (downhill) 21:43 (loop)
10K: 43:06 (downhill)
10M: 1:12:59
13.1M: 1:35:55
26.2M: 3:23:31

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