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IKEA

Race photographs are online.

While I was up in Pflugerville tonight, I went over to Ikea. Lots of yummy affordable furniture. They made it exceedingly easy and pleasurable to buy a chair. Found the one I wanted (“Poang”), picked off the shelf, carried it to the self-checkout counter, assisted by a tall, slender, rather attractive brunette with a hint of British accent, and out the door within a matter of minutes. I’m so happy to own a chair. In six years I’ve never had one. It makes kicking back with the laptop much comfortable.

Route 66 Half-marathon

Back in Austin. I had a hell of a time sleeping last night, I kept waking up wondering just how cold it would be and how I was going to deal with it. It was cold this morning, but not nearly the bitter freeze that we encountered at Freescale. I’m pleased with my clothing selection, it worked well. I chopped the legs off some sweatpants, making them knee length and wore those over my full tights. I wore a long sleeve technical shirt with my sleeveless cycling jersey over it. I didn’t even have to bother with a throwaway shirt. I put two small handwarmers each into my gloves, then two larger ones in the back jersey pockets. The handwarmers in the gloves worked very well, not only by keeping my hands warm, but while waiting around at the start I could cup my hands around my neck keeping the blood supply to my head warm.

Everyone seemed to be in a jovial mood. Somewhere at the head of the field a cannon went off to start the race. I was feeling good, yet I was surprised I ran a 10 minute mile right off (usually I’m a consistent 11:05). We left downtown, out to Southwest Blvd, down Riverside, through Brookside, then back to downtown. After 3 miles I shed the sweat “shorts” and handwarmers. By now the sun was making for a warm run. I kept the 5:00 pacer in view for a while, I entertained the thought that I could actually keep it up and come in at 2:30-ish, breaking my 3M time.

Right after the 7 mile turnaround, my stomach started cramping, I suspect from not eating enough before starting. Then my calves and quads started cramping, probably from the switch to walking. I couldn’t manage even the slowest jog so I just walked the remaining 6 miles in. Running north put us into a chilly headwind that made my glad I still had long sleeves and my gloves.

While we were in Brookside, the first marathon relayer passed me at 2:03. Then on the final stretch up Main the first marathon runner passed me somewhere around 2:30. The final quarter mile I started running again and summoned up the last of my strength to do an all out sprint to the finish. I remember seeing the chute, then somebody wrapped a blanket around me. Gun time was 2:50:13, chip time 2:47:19, 1012 out of 1199. 5k/10k/14k splits were 35:36, 1:12:25, 1:44:45.

I didn’t linger around, I did some cooldown stretching, hopped in the truck and started driving. At the border I took an hour long nap. My legs are pretty stiff, I’m going to have to run this out tomorrow.

Route 66 run prep

In a hotel room in Tulsa just outside downtown. I swear this isn’t a by-the-hour place (it’s a Holiday Inn Express), but there’s a jacuzzi in the room next to the bed. That seems like weird placement. Overall a pretty shitty place for the money; a glorified Motel 6. Should’ve opted for La Quinta.

I picked up my packet today, I am bib # 5789. The forecast for 6 AM tomorrow is 32 F. It’s going to be so miserably cold, I love it. This afternoon I put in a easy 3 mile out and back run along Riverside. The Oklahoma Marathon was still winding down, at 6:37 there were a few stragglers still on the pavement. Tonight, I went out to Wal-Mart and bought some throw away clothes, then went out to Olive Garden for heaping dinner.

At Freescale, I wore my MH softshell which was nice at the beginning but after 4 miles I was sweating heavy which was making me even colder. I’m pondering what configuration I’m going to wear in the morning. This time I bought some small handwarmers I can tuck into my gloves to help.

I’m beat and look forward to crawing into bed.

Plans

I didn’t plan my days off for Oklahoma very well. Hopefully I leave Thursday for Tulsa, and come back on Sunday after the run. This means that I’m going right back next Wednesday for Thanksgiving. Had I thought about it, I would’ve taken the whole week of Thanksgiving off.

I bought one of them thar new fangled phones this weekend. Amazingly it was even one without a camera! I’m going to give T-Mobile prepaid a try. I actually have better GSM signal than TDMA signal at my apartment. I’ll see what it’s like on the way to Oklahoma, then will probably port my number over to it.

I finished plotting the trail out of the Greenbelt today. I now have a complete path from my apt to work. It’s right at 4 miles from my apartment to the Barton Creek creekbed, another mile across the Greenbelt, then another mile and change to the office. It’s tame trail, there’s only a quarter mile of so of loose rock on an uphill climb.

Run results

Sweet, ING New York City Marathon recap on NBC. So exciting to watch, I wish I were there. My favorites (nice bib numbers):

Dean Karnazes   50    3:00:36.95
Lance Armstrong 1002  2:59:35.35
Ed Viesturs     8000  3:15:25.00

Seggie finished 12:06:56 at Ironman Hawaii, whee

I had maintenace this morning between 2 AM and 4 AM, I wound up waking up at noon. Last night, I spent almost three hours reading an Iran travel guide. It’s unlikely I’ll go there, but interesting reading. I sort of know the difference between a Sunni and Shiite now.

On track

A small geocaching trip today turned into a 9 mile hike along the Greenbelt. I got it in my head to find a trail that I could use to cut across the Greenbelt to be able to walk/run to work. The cache today was in the vicinity of a trail that followed a transmission line right of way, so I took of exploring. Fortunately, the right of way is an established mountain bike trail, and at the end of the ROW clearing there was a trail leading down to the creek bottom. There was a trail leading to the north and south along the creekbed. I went south for a while and wound up at a familiar place, the Sculptured Falls. Back in March, the creek was running and one had to skip from rock to rock to cross the creek. Today it was bone dry, save for a small pool at the bottom of the falls.

Ideally, to get to either our current office or new office, I need to continue going northeast. One mile south is the Twin Falls 360/MoPac access, 2 miles north is the Camp Craft “Hill of Life” access. Looking at Google Earth, there appears to be trails leading southwest from 360 down to the falls that might solve my problem. Exploring those will be an adventure for next weekend.

I hadn’t been there before, so I hiked up to the Camp Craft trailhead. The Hill of Life is about a half mile of gravel road that keeps going up up up from the creek bed. Apparently the promising local trail running club kids do repeats up this hill, those animals. I went back to the creekbed, trying to find GCJQ4V. This is the second time I judged the best way in wrong. The GPS said “.25 miles southwest”. I said “how hard could it be?” I followed a mountain bike trail which led me up a steep rocky hill. Since this cache promised a great view of the skyline, I figured I must be on track. Eventually after several minutes of following the winding trail, I wasn’t ascending anymore and didn’t seem to be getting any closer. I didn’t feel like bushwhacking a quarter mile so I abandoned the hunt and went off in search of my transmission line waypoint, following another mountain bike trail. There was a deep ravine between me and the waypoint, so I gave in and went bushwhacking. I climbed up the hill and found the right-of-way. Tired, I headed for home.

Now that I’ve reviewed my GPS waypoints and the terrain on Google Maps, turns out I would’ve stumbled across GCJQ4V had I kept going west on the trail before I bailed and crossed the ravine. Again, an adventure for another weekend.

Dark at 6:30 PM. How weird. After running yesterday and hiking today, my feet, calves and quads positively have burning coals in them. I want to sleep to give my body a rest, but I’m too wired on caffeine.

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10 miler

I put in 10 miles at Town Lake today. I wasn’t in shape to run my normal 10/1 or 5/1 splits, I wound up doing 5/3 or so. I did this in 2:14, compared to 2:10 during a training run on 11/25 last year. Today was also after only eating a bagel for lunch, no gel on the trail, or any planned drill work as I was doing last year. This makes me think I can probably get way with doing the Route 66 half-marathon in Tulsa in 22 days. It won’t be a strong finish like 3M, but finishable.

As soon as I finished today, my calves lit up like they were on a cooktop. I came home, chugged a glass of Endurox, and took an ice bath. It remains to be seen if I’m going to be crippled laster tonight or tomorrow. I lost four pounds, presumably from dehydration.

Getting to Kathmandu

This weekend I read iWoz by Steve Wozniak and Ed Viesturs’ No Shortcuts to the Top. I was disappointed by iWoz. It felt like it was written for a very low reading level, like it was targeted to middle-school kids. While I have to give Woz credit for all the work he did, the book was a big ego trip under the guise “I’m not trying to brag, I’m just very proud of what I did.” He did go into detail on how he worked out timing of video and DRAM cycles and disk controllers, like he was revealing a age old mystery. Anyone want my copy? I’ll be glad to give it away.

Ed’s book, on the otherhand, was much more interesting. He spent a good time describing how he wound up in Seattle and getting into Himalayan mountaineering. After all that, went into great detail about his 8000er climbs; you felt like you were along for the ride. I agree with Ed, Paula is a hot, hot, hot woman. Ed is actually going to be in Austin on November 16 for a signing as part of his book tour.

I was bored so I started pricing fares to Kathmandu and treks through Nepal. Interestingly, you can get from London to Kathmandu overland via an assortments of trains and buses. The trip looks something like this:

London -> Paris -> Vienna -> Budapest, Hungary -> Bucharest, Romania -> Istanbul, Turkey (3 days)

Istanbul -> Ankara, Turkey -> Talvan -> ferry across Lake Van -> Van -> Tabriz, Iran -> Tehran, Iran (3 days)

Tehran -> Kerman, Iran -> Bam, Iran -> bus to Zahedan in eastern Iran (2 days)

Zahedan -> Quetta, Pakistan -> Lahore, Pakistan -> Amritsar, India -> Delhi, India (2 days) – oh, and the train from Zahedan to Quetta only leaves on the 3rd & 17th of each month

Delhi -> Kathmandu

And that’s just to get you to Kathmandu. You’d then have a several day hike to Everest Base Camp. Then back. Or you could just fly to Hong Kong or London, then to Kathmandu.

If I had a month or two free, was going with a couple of other people, spoke Turkish or Farsi, and wasn’t afraid I’d get robbed/kidnapped because I’m an American citizen, that sort of sounds like fun. If anything, it’s a fun exercise in geography to see where all those cities are. If I were really bored, I’d track down the rail routes and make a handy Google Earth map.

I like how REI words this warning for their Nepal trek: “However, each person should be equipped with a “spirit of adventure” and a willingness to undergo the potential hardships of outdoor living and long days on the trail.” That’s awesome. Makes it sound like I might have to eat a body to stay alive.

Sunday I went to the range. I seem to have broken my flinching and all of my shots were biased to the left. I decided I was limp wristing while firing. I tightened up my left-hand grip and then my shots started centering on the target. Still not a close group, but certainly enough to kill a person. The guy in the next stall over made me envious, he put an entire magazine into a 3″ group, blah.

Tonight I went running. After 2 miles I felt really good, running was effortless, focused on staring at the light switch on the wall while listening to the Final Fantasy soundtrack. At 2.74 the mother of all side cramps kicked in. I tried to control my breating when I felt it coming on and then run through the pain, but it totally broke me. I walked for a bit, then ran another quarter mile, then walked another mile. Doing a bunch of situps yesterday probably didn’t help.

Discovering STP

Group Health Seatle to Portland Bicycle Classic – 202.25 miles in one (or two) days, 4000 feet of elevation gain. Insane. Sign me up!

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