Watching the 23k race and Mabel in the kid’s race. Awesome.
A bunch of old guys still enjoying the mountains, and the training they need to do to get off the couch
The Broken Arrow Ascent is three days away. I did a 61 minute run this morning. It included 3x5minute uphill intervals on technical terrain, with a rough accumulation of 1.2k and 500’ vertical, at a Level 4 pace. I took the descent recovery quite easily to save my knees. The remainder of the week will be short and easy shakeout jogs and cycling.
Camping at Crags - elevation 2168m - just off Twin Lakes outside of Bridgeport. We had a relaxed morning. I was up reading at 5:30, then some stretching, and over to the store for tea, a breakfast burrito, and some wifi. Finished the morning with biking, reading, a short warmup walk with Mark, as well as a jog to the store and back for a root beer float. (Oh, and using the solar charger for my iPhone.)
While the New Hampshire AMC White Mountain Huts are still supplied by human power, not so in the Alps … helicopters.
On a different note, this functioned as a sort of recovery week, in that the gel injections added two rest days (to my normal Monday rest day) and so the total were modest. However, the gel injections are enabling me to workout virtual pain free and with greater mobility. Not sure how long it will last though, 6-8 weeks has been my experience.
That said, I logged just over 10 hours, on 105k (87k bike and 18k run), with just under 3200’ vertical gain, and I also managed two PT stretching sessions.
The good news is that after the gel/cortisone injections my knees feel much better. Even better, Dr Byrne says that with an early September knee surgery I could ski in January. So, I am all in for that as well as scheduling a late July August trip to Zermatt.
The bad news is that on Thursday afternoon my pulse sort of sky-rocketed on my warmup, and needless to say I cancelled the main afternoon event which was a 20k bike ride. Not much exercise since then because of knee injections, but my pulse remains to be somewhat elevated (as you can see below). More tomorrow when I resume training.
A consultant who retires at 60, decides to pick up where he left off decades ago … climbing in the Andes, Antarctica, Alaska, New England, and the Himalayas. I am a decade older than the author, however, unknowingly our paths have crossed. It’s well written, and quite engaging; highly recommended.
On a different note, as I try to stay connected to an adult lifetime of training, racing, climbing and skiing, I am dealing with the inevitable deterioration … tomorrow morning gel injections in both knees.
In late July of 1978 I was camped on a pasture high above Zermatt. After a long approach and climb of the Triftigrat on the Breithorn, I was begrudging the final hike to my bivy site. But, then I saw this sight, a grandma lugging a huge load over to the hayrick, and realized that maybe I was a wimp!
I found this while perusing The Alps on Anna’s Archive, published in 1904, described by Sir Martin Conway and painted by A.D. McCormick.
Needless to say, you don’t see this type of scene anymore … alpine pastures are still grazed, but small tractors working on ski trails take the back-breaking work out of the task.