Sunday, April 5, 2009

What Begins With Wrestling Octopus Ends Playng On Hills

Have just returned from dinning out at parental expense all day and cant quite maintain the required eye openage to ensure I wont fall asleep half way through typing. A combination of Rugby development days (that turn into extended social occasions), shaking the body into new time slot of ending day light savings and completing the first semi consistent week of training since the northern exposure episode seem to be taking there toll.

I guess if I had spent the last 30 minutes updating blog instead of watching the video stream from the finish line at Port I might be done and sleeping.

Monday 30th March
Sydney West Rugby trials today so a break in the normal routine meant no MonRun with the Gnomes. For anyone interested though the form is looking hot for the CHS carnival if the final pos/prob game is an indication and we can get top squad to turn up to training.

I prob have no rights to criticise individuals for missing sessions and there is no way I will accept the whole macro cycle interval theory with my players. It only works when it suits me.

Did manage to get back for a few laps at the Brook at 5pm and was overwhelmed by the number of BMMC present. Most definitely turned out to be for the best though as I swam like one arm was inserted half way down my back and the other one had been taken off and reconnected with the hand in the shoulder and the shoulder distal to anything else on my body. Dragged myself and the infamous Octopus of the Brook though 2.1km.

Tuesday 31st March
Nightmares of octopus inflicted swimming kept me from the training. That and memories of the wicked witch melting in water.

Wednesday 1st April
What do you do when you have 40 minutes till you are suppose to collect she who must be obeyed from the station. Why not take a 50 minute run in torrential rain with Time Dwards.

At this point it is with the official sanctioning from those who count not those who calculate that it is officially recognised that he formerly known at Time Dwards in memory of Dingos passed shall here forth be refereed to as Animal (see Gazette link to Blaxland Institute of Sport est some time in the past, lets guess 1997).

Started Animals abode strode down through Ozzie Pyrenees to Lennox up (the expected dry tracks cause they arn't in the valley) single track to Marges, along fire trail to quarry deviation past jumps down to Mt Sion access track (trail side) over Mt Sion through reserve past Lagoon and back through Ozzie Pyrenees to Abode.

Fun, wet and worth the associated verbal for being late (unless the wrong person reads this and again sorry it was an April fools gone wrong I should have thought it through).

Thursday 2nd April
BMMC back into action. Standard Thursday AM from the mansion on Marshall. Joined by Whollie and GPB. Meet by the very late Dr Phil in Ozzie Pyrenees. Despite the good Dr trying to light the way for us all with his head lamp. The experience of swimming into Marges lookout yesterday arvo kept us to the black tracks with lines in the middle this morning.

Cant actually remember were we went but recall it was 60 minutes and that Animal no showed sighting confusion over who he is as his reason. Think we wound our way through some parts of Blaxland and recall running past sign labeled Koala. Didn't manage to catch any though.

Definitely heard faint whispers in the back "love Borrea, love Borrea" so must have kept Whollie happy.

Friday 3rd April
Pre-mentioned rugby day, turned into amber exploration. training minimised to the point of extinction.

Saturday 4th April
A late run. Having spent the morning reprogramming poorly constructed social dialect from Sleep Train the evening before in Animals companion. Ben 1 does not go to the Ben who claims it first. It goes to the one who feeds the Animal when creamed corn on toast become monotonous.

Despite ample invitations no response in the positive so was forced to solo run for the first time in many months. Attempted to lighten mental load with my ipod, though someone seems to have removed any skeric of music that I would choose to listen too.

NEW RUN: Playing on hills
Began as per Wed & Thur, down through Pyrenees along to Lennox bridge and along single track to Marges lookout. Then up to junction and out to Elizabeth sticking to primary fire trails. Down Whollies fear under Knapsack bridge and up zig zag stairs to Lucasville Station. down round old quarry and up to quarry lookout before returning down zig zag stairs to Knapsack Bridge.

Along path to early exit on side and up what I believe is referred to as the Mitchells Pass down hill track to summit at track junction of Marges major track. Back down the Mitchells single track to car park at great Western Highway.

Along railway line to base of Old Bathurst access tail and along to gully track. Up gully track to summit at top of Old Bathurst before returning down ridge track to water tank. Cross Old Bathurst and back up North side along rocky trail to top again before cruising back to Rusden with 4 minutes out and back added on to hit 2hrs.

Great run with two basic rules applied. It doesn't matter the speed of the step so long as each step is a running stride. Secondly in following the rules of alliteration, Sleep Train says stretching is on at the summit. Look forward to introducing more of the BMMC to "Playing on hills".

Sunday 5th April
Back on the bike with knowledge that numerous individuals of acquaintance were in Port lining up for 9 to 16 hrs of fun. Fun I have claimed to be doing since 1992 yet never seem to make.

The basic plan is to build the Sat run steadily for a few more weeks whilst adding 10ks to the Sunday ride till it maxes out at around 120ks for a few months. I standard today with Sleep train and Dr Phil round the block. Nice 60ks with the added benefit of climbing up to Hawkesbury Lookout 2/3rds in. Must say playing on hills had some what of an impact finishing the climb but overall happy with progress.

I may even actually participate in something broadly described as an event soon. But lets not commit to anything.

Well done to Trent, Dave, Ollie, Karl, Gareth, Michael, Jono and anyone else I have missed whom finish Port today. Love to see the highs dominating the lows.

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