Training Camp: day 5
Today was something of a recovery day. I kept the intensity and volume low today. My day got off to a slow start because I woke up still dehydrated and tired. I got out to Saguaro park again. When I went the other day I had to pay 10 bucks to get in the park. The pass is good for a week. So, I headed back over there early this afternoon to get in an easy run. I picked a trail that didn't head straight up a mountain. It was also nice that the cacti were a little further away from the trail maybe 2 feet instead of 1. There is a complex network of trails in that part of the park and I didn't take a map with me. You can guess what happened. On a record temperature day, in the desert, with no water, in the middle of the day, I get lost. Luckily an old lady with a bright colored umbrella was out looking at the rocks or sand or something and I was able to run her down. She put me back on track and probably thought I was an idiot. That is entirely possible.
I had scheduled an appointment to get a massage at 2:30. It was an eastern medicine/yoga kind-of-place. So, the massage was so-so. It was a little wierd that as she was massaging me with her eyes closed that her dred locks were touching my back and legs. But, she was pretty strong. So, I didn't complain.
My ride was supposed to be somewhat refreshing. The route I picked had some really rough roads. The combination of rough roads, an already tender in-between-area (if you know what I mean), riding in the aero position, and easy riding (less pressure on the pedals means more pressure on the seat) made for a serious increase in rawness.
There are a lot of road side memorials for folks that have been killed in auto accidents. Today, I had trouble with a little blurred vision. I passed by one of the memorials and there was a teenage boy pacing back and forth looking at the flowers and cross. The thought of having someone feel like that because of me made me squeeze a little closer to the edge of the road for the rest of my ride - so sad.
