Driven half mad by cabin fever, my family headed out in search of some relief. My first thought, the playground at Clifton Commons in Clifton Park, was a bust: it was covered in what looked like rock hard ice and snow.
We headed further south, and I decided to go have a look at the bike path in Latham and Niskayuna. We found it mostly free of snow and ice, at least along River Road as far as the old train station. It was, however, way too windy today to have the kids out for very long. I do my best to get out under any and every condition, to train my mind as well as my body, but it's too much to ask of small kids. My youngest has only recently started telling us when she's cold without being prompted. As such, they only logged six tenths of a mile this weekend.
That was actually an improvement. Last weekend I took my oldest out for a run along the Zim Smith Trail, and between the snow, ice, standing water, and wind, she only lasted for half a mile. On the drive home, she said, "I only like running on blacktop." I asked, "well, what about dirt?" She said, "dirt is fine, but no snow, or ice, or mud, and especially no water." I chuckled. "Ok," I said, "we'll head back out once the snow has melted." To which she replied: "how about summer?" I chuckled again, and promised to take her out again once the surfaces were clear.
When we pulled up to the bike path today, she said, "I don't want to go for a walk. I only like to run," to which we replied: "so run!" So, she did!
It occurred to me later that her style of running is entirely fartlek (that's Swedish for speed play). Run as fast as you can here, run over there, stop, walk, stretch, run some more, run fast, run back, stop, run in to someone, run, stop. It drove me crazy at first, but now I mostly just laugh and encourage her (or corral her, as needed).
I hope to get them out again next weekend, hopefully for a bit longer, and hopefully without any wind.
On a different note: from what I could see of it today, the Zim Smith Trail (where it meets the Northway) seems to still be covered in a layer of snow. I assume that this is from the sled traffic, compacting the snow down to a rock hard layer, since most of the surrounding terrain is snow free. When we went out last weekend, we parked at the parking lot off of Round Lake Road. There were several short stretches of clear pavement, but it looked like the trail was mostly snow, ice, icy snow and standing water.
Rounding out this report: I did my long run yesterday at Saratoga Spa State Park. The bike paths are a mixed bag. The portions that are normally clear are clear. Along Avenue of the Pines there are sections with several inches of water covered by a thin sheet of ice, punctuated at regular intervals by a few crazy fools who decided to run through it (like me). The closed portion of Putnam Road has a thin layer of milky ice on it. Further into the park, the woods roads are covered in ice and icy snow. The western half of the Picnic Loop road is in exactly, and I mean EXACTLY, the same state that it was several weeks ago: covered in several inches of hard snow that is a mess of tracks. The North-South Road appears to be in the same state. The East-West Road is mostly free of ice or snow where it was plowed (at least from the western entrance to the edge of the hill after the Peerless Pool). And, finally, as you would expect, the dirt road leading south off of the East-West Road, across from the Peerless, is a muddy mess that deteriorates the further south you get.
Until next time, be excellent to each other.
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23 March 2014
24 February 2014
The Springing of February - 23 Feb 2014
Yesterday's run around Saratoga Spa State Park was a lovely combination of wet pavement, icy pavement, water-logged pavement, and mud. My favorite, though, was when the ice and water worked together. It came in two distinct forms: standing water over hard ice, and standing water with chunks of ice floating in it. The latter was, by far, the strangest thing I've run through in a long time.
I first encountered it along the bike path, where it cuts between the apartments along Route 50 and the golf course. There was a short stretch of it, and it was very much like the inside of a cooler that started the day full of ice and had sat out in the sun for the rest of the day. It even made the same sound that the ice in the cooler makes as you root around to find a refreshment. The first stretch was short: long enough to make me take notice, but not so long that it really bothered me. I had been running through water on and off for the entire trip, so it wasn't really a problem, it was just odd.
As I got over to the crosswalk for Railroad Run, I decided to pop over and check it out. I had seen bits and pieces of it from driving around, and I knew it was roughly a mile long, that it went past the Y, and that ended over by West Circular. Little did I know. The first stretch started out great. The pavement was wet, yet free of standing water, and it was pleasant. Conditions were the same after the next street crossing, and even though there were some massive puddles near the intersection, I didn't think much of it.
Around the halfway point, I came to another stretch of standing water with chunks of ice in it. The water was deep, at least an inch, and as I ran through it I kicked massive quantities of water up onto the bottom of the jacket that was tied around my waist. (Where my phone was, of course.) This stretch was longer: at least 100 feet, and immediately after it there was another stretch of equal length, and then another. Each stretch was long enough that my feet started to go numb. My feet had been warm up to this point; despite the standing water that I had been running through on and off throughout my run, my feet had warmed up by the 1k mark and hadn't felt cold since. Now they were dangerously cold. Mercifully they warmed up quickly after the last ice bath, but there was no way that I was going to repeat that. I decided to run on the streets back to the last crossing instead of another turn through the ice bath.
The rest of the run was typical. My shoes (Brooks PureFlow 2) did better than I expected them to on the ice. One stretch along the bike path, between the dance museum and the Avenue of the Pines, was solid ice with water over it, and I was kicking myself for not bringing my YakTrax along with me, but I was able to navigate it fine, all things considered. I slowed down a bit and kept my stride short, and I felt stable. Nervous, but stable. All told I felt myself lose traction only a few times on the run, and it wasn't so bad that I feared falling.
All told this was a good run. I managed to go 50 minutes without taking a walk break; I'm fairly certain that's a record for me, or very close to the record. I have a goal of being able to run 60 minutes without take a walk break that I hope to complete very soon.
Until next time, be excellent to each other.
| Water on hard ice along Putnam Road. |
I first encountered it along the bike path, where it cuts between the apartments along Route 50 and the golf course. There was a short stretch of it, and it was very much like the inside of a cooler that started the day full of ice and had sat out in the sun for the rest of the day. It even made the same sound that the ice in the cooler makes as you root around to find a refreshment. The first stretch was short: long enough to make me take notice, but not so long that it really bothered me. I had been running through water on and off for the entire trip, so it wasn't really a problem, it was just odd.
As I got over to the crosswalk for Railroad Run, I decided to pop over and check it out. I had seen bits and pieces of it from driving around, and I knew it was roughly a mile long, that it went past the Y, and that ended over by West Circular. Little did I know. The first stretch started out great. The pavement was wet, yet free of standing water, and it was pleasant. Conditions were the same after the next street crossing, and even though there were some massive puddles near the intersection, I didn't think much of it.
Around the halfway point, I came to another stretch of standing water with chunks of ice in it. The water was deep, at least an inch, and as I ran through it I kicked massive quantities of water up onto the bottom of the jacket that was tied around my waist. (Where my phone was, of course.) This stretch was longer: at least 100 feet, and immediately after it there was another stretch of equal length, and then another. Each stretch was long enough that my feet started to go numb. My feet had been warm up to this point; despite the standing water that I had been running through on and off throughout my run, my feet had warmed up by the 1k mark and hadn't felt cold since. Now they were dangerously cold. Mercifully they warmed up quickly after the last ice bath, but there was no way that I was going to repeat that. I decided to run on the streets back to the last crossing instead of another turn through the ice bath.
The rest of the run was typical. My shoes (Brooks PureFlow 2) did better than I expected them to on the ice. One stretch along the bike path, between the dance museum and the Avenue of the Pines, was solid ice with water over it, and I was kicking myself for not bringing my YakTrax along with me, but I was able to navigate it fine, all things considered. I slowed down a bit and kept my stride short, and I felt stable. Nervous, but stable. All told I felt myself lose traction only a few times on the run, and it wasn't so bad that I feared falling.
All told this was a good run. I managed to go 50 minutes without taking a walk break; I'm fairly certain that's a record for me, or very close to the record. I have a goal of being able to run 60 minutes without take a walk break that I hope to complete very soon.
Until next time, be excellent to each other.
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