A Simple Running Log

July 29, 2013

Training for 7/29/13

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 5:54 pm

Friday evening, after work, Clark and I (and Pepper, of course) drove to the Indian River inlet to give surfing another shot. I’d never been to that particular beach.

We got there around 7 p.m., after the parking lot attendant had left for the day, which saved us the parking fee. Clark carried the board while I was dragged along behind Pepper, who was going absolutely nuts, as usual.

The waves looked ridable, but not too big or choppy. There were a lot of people out there surfing, and making it look possible. Clark went out first and almost got up a couple of times. When he came back in, I pulled on my rash guard and took the board out.

All those jerks making it look possible were still lying to me, haha. There was one moment where I felt like I had a shot, but other than that, I just got a lot of water up my nose again. It was still fun though.

When we were walking back to the truck, we saw a huge crowd of Amish people walking out to the beach. I’m not sure what they were going to do out there; it was nearly sunset, so they didn’t have much time left. I was wondering how they even got there. Then I saw the bus in the parking lot. I guess it was a field trip.

We drove up to Fenwick and spent the evening with Clark’s parents at their place. Every time I bent over to pet Pepper, more salt water would come pouring out of my nose and onto his head haha. After dinner, we drove back home.

The next morning, Clark got up to feed Pepper. When he came back to bed, he said it was 66 degrees outside. I said I better go take advantage of that, and got up to do my long run.

I wasn’t really looking forward to running 13 miles after the previous two days’ harder runs. There was one exciting part though — this was the first run I’ve done since I bought that 24-pack of GU that I felt was long enough I needed one, so I got to try the mint chocolate flavor. I put the GU and two salt caps in the pouch on my water bottle strap and left.

The first mile and a half or so was kinda rough. Then there was a moment where everything finally loosened up. It’s weird how you can actually feel your legs unglue like that sometimes.

Even after it stopped sucking, it wasn’t a particularly fast run, and I was pretty happy to be done. I finished the 13.2-mile loop in 1:56 on the nose, an 8:47/mile overall average. On the bright side, that mint chocolate GU tasted great!

It was a lot warmer than 66 degrees by the time I finished my run. Later that morning, I cut the grass while Clark did the trimming and raked up the excessive grass clippings that result from letting your lawn go way too long between cuts, haha.

That afternoon, we eventually got up the motivation to pack some things and head back down to the beach. I stayed at the beach house in Fenwick with Pepper while Clark went back to the Indian River inlet to try surfing again. He got back from surfing about the same time his parents got back to the house from the beach.

They said they’d watch Pepper for us while we went to dinner. I decided it was a good night to go to Fish Tales. We haven’t been there all year. Unfortunately, I failed to take into consideration the fact this is probably the worst time of the summer for tourists at the beach. It seems like everyone is trying to get in one last vacation between about now and the second week of August, before kids start going back to school.

It took forever to get through all the traffic to even get to Fish Tales in the first place, and when we got in there after 9 p.m., the wait for a table for two people was still 90 minutes. Instead, we squeezed ourselves in at the bar, ordered food and scarfed it down as fast as we could to get out of there again. I am definitely one of those crusty “locals” who can’t stand all the annoying tourists. Any other time of year, they look down their noses at the Eastern Shore and Delaware, but between Memorial Day and Labor Day, they just love to sit in traffic for hours to get across the Bay Bridge and over here, where they make it impossible to get anywhere or do anything. Go home!

Anyway… we stopped by my family’s condo after dinner. Aunt Helen was the only one there at the time. Uncle John showed up right before Clark and I left, at midnight. Typical Uncle John haha.

The next morning, Clark was the one to get up early and go for a run, while I stayed in bed and slept in. It felt pretty good, I have to say. After breakfast, Clark had a report he had to write for work and email to someone in Holland. It was an overcast and not especially warm morning, so I didn’t feel like going to the beach yet. Then it hit me — I should finally go try stand up paddleboarding!

There’s a place not far from the house in Fenwick that rents paddleboards. I figured I’d drive over there, rent one for an hour, putz around on it and be back at the house by noon.

When I got there, they told me they don’t launch paddleboards from there, and it cost twice as much to rent one and take it somewhere else. Plus, when they asked me if I had used one before, I admitted I had no idea what I was doing. They convinced me to take a one-hour group lesson instead.

The group lesson left from a boat launch at the Assawoman Wildlife Refuge. I’ve run a 7-mile trail race there in November a couple of times. It was a short drive out there, and the lesson didn’t start until noon. To kill time, I took a short walk down a trail that ended at a deer stand. I’ve never been in one, so I climbed up there. I was immediately bored haha. Considering it’s usually cold and dark when most people use a deer stand, I don’t think I’ll ever give hunting a try.

I got back to the boat launch in time to see the earlier group of beginners come paddling back in. They ranged from little kids to old people, and they all seemed to have the hang of it. I felt confident an hour would be long enough to teach me how to use a paddleboard.

Six other people had shown up for my group lesson — a group of three women, another pair of women and a blind woman and her husband — and her service dog, a big black poodle named Albert. Our two instructors said this would be the first time a service animal had been on a paddleboard. The woman was certain he’d be fine.

We all got appropriately sized paddles and some brief instructions on land, and then the instructors put us on boards and sent us on our way. They told us to stay on our knees and paddle around a little bit to get used to it, and then to try to stand up, one foot at a time.

When I first stood up, I was a little shaky, and there was a brief moment before I had the hang of the paddle that I was heading for some rocks near the launch. But it wasn’t long before all seven of us — including Albert, who was perched on the nose of his owner’s board and looking perfectly calm — were paddling away down a nice, calm branch of the bay.

The instructors said we’d paddle out about three-quarters of a mile, and then the one instructor wanted to show us how you can do yoga positions on the board, and then we’d paddle back. Sounded simple enough.

The way out was easy — we had the wind at our backs. You barely had to do anything.

We got to a shallow cove, out of the wind, where the instructor wanted to show us yoga moves. And that’s when things started going downhill. People were falling off their boards and freaking out when they sunk to their knees in the exceptionally mucky floor. Then the instructor fell off his own board trying to a back bend or something, and lost his Oakley sunglasses. A 15-minute search for them produced nothing, but during that time, one of the other women in the group fell off her own board and managed to lose her paddle. We were all confused by that one — they float, after all.

The instructor who hadn’t lost his sunglasses finally found the lost paddle. The other instructor gave up looking for his Oakleys and we started to paddle back, against the wind. At this point, we were already past the one-hour mark.

It’s really hard to paddle against wind! I felt like I was barely moving. Plus, I swear these jerks on Jet Skis were screwing with us and trying to make us fall off our boards by creating waves with their wakes — they just kept circling through there, over and over. I am proud to say they never shook me off.

I was the first one back to the launch. One of the instructors came in not far behind me and got my keys out of the rental company’s Jeep so I could finally get out of there. I figured Clark was probably starting to wonder what the hell happened to me.

When I got back to Fenwick, he was still working on that report. Actually, the report was done, but he was having trouble getting it to go through email, thanks to a spotty internet connection and all the enormous pictures in the report.

The clouds had cleared out by then, so I went to the beach for a couple of hours. Clark finally got the report to go through late that afternoon. His parents watched Pepper for us again so we could go to dinner. We skipped driving and went to a place we’d never tried before, Ropewalk Oyster House, a couple of blocks away in Fenwick.

Once again, we sat at the bar to avoid the wait for a table. It wasn’t as crowded in there as Fish Tales had been the night before though. Everything we had was excellent — a dozen raw oysters from various places on the East Coast, a mini fish tacos appetizer and soft crab BLTs. They even had a saison from a brewery in Charlottesville, Va., that I really liked at the beer festival in Salisbury last fall but haven’t seen since.

When we got back to the house, Clark’s parents left, and then I fell asleep on the couch. Apparently Aunt Helen and Uncle John stopped by a little later, and I yelled at Aunt Helen when she tried to wake me up haha. She’s not the first person who tried to wake me up to get yelled at haha.

We stayed at the beach house again last night, so Clark could get up early this morning and try surfing one more time. I didn’t feel like moving when the alarm went off at 5 a.m.! I stayed at the house with Pepper, and when Clark got back, we packed up, closed up the house and drove home.

I didn’t run or do the strength training on the schedule this morning when we got home, so I’ll do that tonight after work. It’s relatively cool outside today for late July, so it shouldn’t be too miserably hot this evening.

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2 Comments »

  1. Sounds like a fun weekend! I haven’t been to the beach since May –pre-tourist season!

    Comment by Laura — July 29, 2013 @ 7:51 pm | Reply

    • Very smart!

      Comment by aschmid3 — July 30, 2013 @ 5:35 pm | Reply


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