Of Mice and Marathons

AM/Lunch: 2 hours on the fat bike. HR 152.

Wasn't sure how the snow would be but got reports yesterday that Orion Oaks was good to go. Conditions were decent still and the Polly Ann trail is apparently plowed this year. 

Crashed on the safety path going downhill on Clarkston Road. Luckily I slid like a hockey puck. I had my winter bibs on, which no doubt gave me some cushion.

PM: group strength and mobility session with the guys.

Decided that given one of the team guys is going to do free sessions on Sundays I would make this a weekly thing to help with isolation. Trying to remain ultra cautious with the virus, but the isolation is not helping. It was a good session and it was nice to see some folks I haven't seen in a little while.

AM: 60' on the trainer (Bald Knob -2). 146W. HR 126.

First therapy session today. Went well. Decently sore from the session last night and the crash. 

PM: 60' on the trainer (Zwift). 169W. HR 131.

The world was way too hilly to set at 100% elevation match. Lesson learned. Adjusted it part of the way through.

AM: 90 on the trainer (Phoenix -2). 201W. HR 148.

Strong ride. HR stayed down and the watts were up. Nice to crack 200 for a steady ride with some lightish tempo in there.

Driving to Maine tomorrow. Hoping the weather is not too snowy and can get some short 3-4 mile runs in. I don't want to do what we did this summer, which was to not get out. 

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Travel day. Stayed somewhere in New York. Boys did quite well.

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Travel day. Got into Maine around 8 or so I think. 

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Planned to run a bit but just didn't get there. Tough because mom is taking care of dad and we need an additional person or so to help with the boys for Megan and I to run (which we do, but I just couldn't work up to it).

Spent a fair amount of time with dad. He's repeating himself a lot, but is in good spirits. Spends about 2-3 minutes watching a movie before turning to a show and then back to something else, while fast forwarding through certain parts. 

He told me some stories I hadn't heard and some traumatic family history that I hadn't heard. I think I finally came to the conclusion that he's more than just an asshole alcoholic (though deeply caring and has supported me in every thing I have ever done). He's a deeply trouble man, someone who could have used a lot of help to work through his issues earlier in life.

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Christmas day was quite good. Dad was very excited to give us a large chunk of money that he kept hinted at for several days.