8min/2K: Had to get real about what my goals are/should be. A 7min/2K is a terrific feat and nothing you can bumble your way into, but ironclad, inescapable logic says the 7min rower will also and first be able to row an 8min/2K. Don't bother with Finnegan's Wake if you couldn't get though Ulysses. So I put myself on the 8min ladder and have been working my way down (up?)--the intervals go down, the time and distance go up. Tonight I was a whisker off from 2, thousand meter pieces at rate (2:00/500m) with 30 seconds rest. The heart is willing, the mind weak. There is no pain like C2 pain.
Nate and I finally got off our duffs and poked around the Governor Dick Park bouldering areas. Hard to say just what a find it is. Nate was equal to a couple of the routes. I was good for exactly one, a V0 (yeah that's a zero) deal that had a challenging little knee maneuver that Nate figured out. Listen, if the bouldering thing holds any interest for you, Governor Dick is pretty much El Dorado. Chamonix to skiers, Yellow Breeches to fly fishers, Utah to candidates named Romney. Grab your chalk bag, shoes and crash pad. Give a call we'll set it up. Twenty minutes from my front porch. So too is a known Pagan hideout, but that's another post.
Finally, had a good check up Mon. Got to catch up with Sarah, Scott and Mirany who is now in perfect health. Stayed with Rick and Debbie and got to see a Beechcraft hanger with Adeline who was a faithful companion throughout a long trip. Wishing you all a good holiday. Check back next week, I'll try to be better about posting. As ever, keep us informed of your loads, reps, rounds, times and exploits. AMF












