Wednesday, November 09, 2016

Prentiss Woods

The high school I teach at is next to a city park called Prentiss Woods. It's not very big and more of a park than actual woods, with around a mile and a half worth of trails total. Still, it's nice. Our cross country team practices there sometimes and the location is convenient.

I hit that today, basically redlining the trails and throwing in a few loops around our athletic fields for some variety. The skies were overcast which muted the setting sun. That fit into the late autumn vibe perfectly.

It feels good to start kicking off the rust.

Ran 3.5 miles @ 9:41/mile pace.
Trails.
Slightly hilly.
Lower 40s, overcast.
Inov-8, shorts, long sleeved shirt, short sleeved shirt, beanie.

Monday, November 07, 2016

The Beacon

Cross country season and "Daylight Savings Time" have both ended. The ironic juxtaposition of gaining time after work and losing time in the evening added a surreal element to a post-work run. With more free time now, I plan to start running regularly again and building towards some serious goals.

With that, I headed down the Airline. My headlight was strapped on my noggin, but wasn't quite necessary just yet. I ran along, noticing the usual things one misses when driving... how pretty certain houses are, paths leading into woods, a stunning bog with a brook running through it, etc. The headlamp was now needed and I switched it on.

I turned around a little over a mile and a half into the run. Shortly thereafter, I saw what I quickly realized was the lighted sign from the general store across the street from our house, perched on a hill and rising above the trees in the foreground. It was a mere white dot, and I glanced at my GPS and noted that it was a mile away, but given how sparsely populated my area is, there was no doubt that's what it was. There was an eerie comfort in that light. I was running a route I never had before. Granted, it was short, but with the approaching dark I felt farther from home and seeing that beacon offered a little comfort.

Not far from my house, I glanced down a steep slope and noticed the woods were flooded. I saw a beaver lodge and then a silhouette of something moving in the water. I had hoped it was a trout creating ripples in the water, but I quickly realized it was the beaver. I stopped and watched him swim for a few moments before moving on home.

Ran 3.1 miles @ 8:24/mile pace.
Paved roads.
Moderately hilly.
Mid 30s, partly cloudy.
Altras, reflective vest, two long sleeved shirts, tights, buff, headlamp.

Monday, October 10, 2016

Autumn Aspirations

The end of cross country season is just a few weeks away. October 29th to be exact, given that our team advances to states and our boys team should. That's awesome, but the only drawback is that is also the opening day of deer season.

Last year, deer season shouldn't have distracted me too much. Thirty five minutes into opening day, total luck was on my side and I dropped a four point buck. Season over. So was my back. Hauling that deer a mile out of the woods had me walking like an old man for a couple of weeks.

With cross country season and numerous improvement projects to our farmhouse, this morning was the only morning I would have this month to bag a fall turkey. I was really going for grouse (who have a longer season), but neither were to be had. It was very windy, so maybe that had something to do with it. More than likely, it was my lack of experience with upland bird hunting and I'm still learning the woods around our new house. Still, it was a beautiful morning out. See for yourself:



Those pics are on the drive in, but I run parts of this logging road often and connect it to other hiking and ATV trails. I did that yesterday, squeezing in a slow four miles before we continued work painting our front porch. That went non-stop for most of the rest of the day, sans a break to talk to a gentleman at the tagging station across the street who bagged a moose.

So, with some extreme luck I'll harvest a deer very soon after cross country season ends. Then I can devote my time and attention back to running full-time (if I'm more careful with my back), which should work out well with providing enough time to stack some hay in the barn for snowshoe racing season. We also should be wrapped up with most our outdoor projects by then, at least until the spring. I knew buying an old farmhouse would result in a lot of time and energy spent on improvements, but at least it's also great cross training and also very rewarding. That being said, I'm looking forward to things slowing down a bit next month and having a bit more breathing room.

Monday, September 26, 2016

Moose and The Weekend Warrior Blues

I'm very thankful to have gotten out for a couple of runs this weekend, especially after failing to get out during the week. The first one was on Saturday morning after a big breakfast at the local general store with Halfbomb and Kate. Halfbomb had just run the 100-Mile Wilderness the weekend before in an impressive 42 hours and change, so something light, slow, and not terribly hilly was on the agenda.

We decided to visit a local land trust that goes along the Union River. What it lacks in a lengthy network of trails it makes up for with beautiful scenery. It was perfect for what we had in mind.

We got a somewhat unexpected surprise when we came across a moose! Pretty big sucker, but I didn't get a good enough look at its head to tell if it was a bull or a cow. Think ghost in the mist, but more of a shadow through the brush. It didn't want to have anything to do with us so, despite its size, it quickly made an exit, though shortly thereafter we saw its tracks rejoin the trail after it had cut through the woods.

Unfortunately, no pics. Halfbomb always has his camera/phone with him, but his battery died just before we ran. Go figure.

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Sunday. Halfbomb had left the day before. I woke up and was eager to hit the woods out back, especially with the cool autumn temps. I decided to wear my running vest, mostly so I could carry my phone to take some pictures. Even if I didn't spot any cool wildlife, I knew the scenery would be impressive with the fall colors starting to emerge.

No physical moose sightings, though I did come across the fresh tracks from one. Quite a few deer tracks also. Their rut will begin soon, so I imagine they're starting to get antsy.

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Will just play the running by ear for now. My day is just too long at the moment with cross country season and, well, calling a spade a spade I just don't have the motivation to get out in the early morning. Plus, I can't find my headlamp! We still have a few unpacked boxes, so perhaps it's in one of those. I need to find it soon, not just for running, but for occasional forays for things that need to be done outside at night around our homestead.

If nothing else, cross country season ends in a month. I would still have time to get into decent running shape for snowshoe racing season.








Sunday, September 18, 2016

Lazy Sunday

I ran a very easy pace in the woods behind my house this morning, crossing the river and running the loop up to Ducktail Pond. It was very pretty at the pond, with the beginnings of the leaves changing their colors enhanced against the backdrop of a rainy sky.

It's been a good past three days for running. If I can manage to get out for two early morning runs this week, I'll be very happy.


Ran 6.7 miles @ 10:59/mile pace (includes several minutes to stop and look at the pond).
Trails, logging roads.
Very hilly.
Lower 60s, overcast, rainy.
La Sportivas, shorts, short sleeved shirt.

Saturday, September 17, 2016

A Fine Saturday

After a super busy weekend last week, which involved getting up at 4am for out of town cross country meets and volunteering at the Bradbury Bruiser, it was nice to stay fairly local.

I still had to get up a little early to meet up with the cross country team for practice at the Bangor City Forest. Ended up running somewhere between four and a half to five miles with them at an easy pace. I regretted forgetting my GPS, as I'd like to start monitoring my mileage and pace more closely.

Afterwards, I ran some errands, including a futile attempt to drop off recycling. The bin is normally at our post office, but it wasn't there today. I assume it was taken away to be emptied. Nearby are several blueberry fields, which are pretty striking this time of year, so I stopped and took a few pics:






Kate and I then raked up fallen apples in our yard while harvesting a few to be used in pies. We followed that up with a hike up Bald Bluff. Nothing too grand, as the route we did was just a few miles long. We took our time on the trails, enjoying the scenery and each other's company. Fall colors are in the very early stages, but I imagine this place will look even more amazing in a few weeks when the leaves approach their peak.




A rainy day is expected tomorrow. My plan is to hit some more trails before the football games start. I imagine it'll be quite muddy out, ergo I'm grateful for our house's mudroom.

Friday, September 16, 2016

10th Anniversary of Blogging

It's now been exactly one decade since my first post. A lot has happened in the past ten years. Some highlights (and lowlights), in no particular order, include:
  • Running my first 50 miler
  • Running my first 100 miler
  • Getting over stress fractures
  • Qualifying for Boston 
  • Running Boston
  • 14 month battle with plantar fasciitus
  • Getting married
  • Running several more ultras
  • Lot's of epic mountain runs
  • Moving to the Downeast backwoods
  • Self-publishing a few books
  • And more
Switching gears to the present, time has not been on my side lately. I now teach high school English, and as a result of the added pressure that comes from a new curriculum, I had no plans of coaching cross country. Long story short, the head coach of the school I teach at needed some help, and now I'm filling in for a paid position as an assistant. It's great and I love it, and the only downside is my afternoons are booked and it makes it difficult to run, especially after needing to more or less rush home to look after this new addition to our family and facilitate her getting along with our other cat:


What I should start doing is running early in the morning, at least until cross country season ends. However, my work schedule is a bit atypical, to say the least. Fridays afford a little more freedom, and I got out for a nice five and a half in the woods this morning. The highlight was a huge pile of bear crap smack dab in the middle of the short stretch of paved road that leads to the trails. As a result, I'd be lying if I didn't say I was a bit more aware of my surroundings for the rest of the run. 

Ran 5.5 miles @ 9:38/mile pace. 
Trails, logging roads. 
Slightly hilly. 
Lower 40s, sunny. 
La Sportivas, shorts, long sleeved shirt, beanie.