Running with the Studs
Same 12.5 mile loop as Tuesday, same conditions. Legs felt good and with my Reba-repellant shorts and a t-shirt under my long-sleeve t I felt like I had the right outfit for the high 20's temps.
The 7.5 miles to Tinicum were singularly uneventful, with an uninspiring sunrise and traffic noise that somehow seemed louder than usual. My time up to the Tinicum entrance checkpoint (65:23) was a bit slower than Tuesday, which puzzled me. I don't run this fast, but try on mornings like these when I feel good to up the pace just a bit. This is hard, however, as it takes sustained concentration, which is something I don't typically have on an early morning. Something to work on I guess.
When I hit Tinicum I picked things up measurably and felt good doing so. The first mile came in at 7:20, amidst numerous deer (got close enough to two deer where I was able, in their wake, to smell their stink) and a low-flying hawk. I kept pushing.
Right at this marker, which is the entrance of the lookout-makeout tower, I came up behind a herd of five deer on the trail. The deer saw me and ran ahead, and after about 100 meters stopped and looked back at me. When I got close they sort of jogged further up ahead and I felt like I was running just behind a lead pack. Two deer eventually bailed off into the woods, but the remaining three kept playing this game, sauntering and then waiting, for the better part of the second mile. There is a point where the trail forks, where the three deer went off to the side and watched me as I turned left, as if to see me off.
Its worth running 7 1/2 mundane miles for one mile like this one. Easily the most elite group I've ever trained with. Inspired, each mile got faster than the last, and the final five came in at 34:19. Still got a ways to go, but this is progress.
12.5 miles in 99:42.
The 7.5 miles to Tinicum were singularly uneventful, with an uninspiring sunrise and traffic noise that somehow seemed louder than usual. My time up to the Tinicum entrance checkpoint (65:23) was a bit slower than Tuesday, which puzzled me. I don't run this fast, but try on mornings like these when I feel good to up the pace just a bit. This is hard, however, as it takes sustained concentration, which is something I don't typically have on an early morning. Something to work on I guess.
When I hit Tinicum I picked things up measurably and felt good doing so. The first mile came in at 7:20, amidst numerous deer (got close enough to two deer where I was able, in their wake, to smell their stink) and a low-flying hawk. I kept pushing.
Right at this marker, which is the entrance of the lookout-makeout tower, I came up behind a herd of five deer on the trail. The deer saw me and ran ahead, and after about 100 meters stopped and looked back at me. When I got close they sort of jogged further up ahead and I felt like I was running just behind a lead pack. Two deer eventually bailed off into the woods, but the remaining three kept playing this game, sauntering and then waiting, for the better part of the second mile. There is a point where the trail forks, where the three deer went off to the side and watched me as I turned left, as if to see me off.
Its worth running 7 1/2 mundane miles for one mile like this one. Easily the most elite group I've ever trained with. Inspired, each mile got faster than the last, and the final five came in at 34:19. Still got a ways to go, but this is progress.
12.5 miles in 99:42.
posted by seebo | 9:19 AM
1 Comments:
I'm thinking of the Tahar Humara Indians (spelling's way off, sorry) of Mexico who would run down a deer or antelope over the course of days and then finally, exasperated, the deer would give up and let the runners kill it.
So, maybe this can be a renewed method of hunting?
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