Weekly Hill Workout: Better Never Than Late

November 15, 2010

Ok--I realize that hills are so *four days ago*, but I wanted to make sure that my hillsters got the credit they deserve--or else my faithful followers may decide not to "re-up" when the next hill workout rolls around. 

A nice-thighed group set out from Rec Hall--Jim Moore, John Domico, Tom Cali, Tom Karnezos, Bob Cornwall, Julie Grubb, and Tom Hillands, Costas Maranas, and Mark Traband--and headed out over the IST bridge for a warm-up along the golf course.  However, when it came time to turn toward the Hill Du Jour, there was a sharp division among the ranks.  The thinning of the herd left Moore, Domico, Cali, and Karnezos as my H-list celebrities.  However, when we got to Hill Central, we found several other H-listers: Jim Myers, Lance Bland,  Joel Niemann (who already had a couple of hills under his drawstring) and Matt Degges, already there.  We opted for the Corl St. see-saw (Park Ave Hill on one side, golf course path paralleling Teaberry Ridge on the other).  We plodded through two of those circuits.  Cornwall, Grubb, Hilands, and Traband made a reappearance on our last Park Ave Hill, and get credit for a high-quality rep. Cornwall even re-enlisted with the group and ran the last Teaberry hill as well.  We finished off with a loop around the golf course where we consoled Calidonna on the lack of respect he's been receiving lately.  Don't test this man's knowlege--especially when it comes to female sports!

Weekly Hill Workout: Unfulhilled

November 1, 2010

It was a cool, blustery day--the perfect day to take your windmill for a spin. A well-formed group of individuals including Tom Cali, Jonathan Thurley, Jim Moore, John Domico, Ken Davis, Dean Capone, Mike Renz and Baby-Face Weyandt blew out of Rec Hall and hauled tail to the Valley of the Hills. Davis, his pockets full of sand, expressed serious displeasure at the excessive display of speed during the warm-up. The group traded stories about the past weekend's extracurricular activities, or at least what they could remember about them. (I kept my tales of grocery shopping, lesson planning, laundry folding, and seltzer drinking to myself). When we reached our destination, Marty Mazur, John Sheakoski, Lance Bland, and Kim Nelson were already logging their hills. So were a few elderly joggers and a cyclist that fell victim to our hard-charging group of hill bandits. As I started up the first hill I heard the firing of twin turbines in the background. Then, whoosh!!!! Davis flew by me like a pinwheel on fire with sand flying everywhere. When I finally dragged myself to the top, he was still buzzing. The other side of the see-saw was apparently not hill enough for Davis, who extended his repeats much further in order to get his fill. His inspiring performance today has earned him my vote for next semester's Hill King, since I will be a full-time kindergartner in the spring. Charlottesville doesn't have any hills, does it?

Weekly Hill Workout: Two Hills Are Better Than None

October 11, 2010

It was the kind of day that made you want to forget it was a hill workout day and just go for a nice, leisurely, soak-up-the-sun kind of stroll around the golf course.  Which is exactly what  Tom Cali and Martha Nelson, basking in their post-marathon muscular bliss, did. Ever the performer, Calidonna even threw in an elbow-pumping mini-burst to appease the hill queen (notice the "q" and the "u" stick together like glue John and Jim).  Anyway, those with no "I just ran a sub-3 hour marathon yesterday" excuse, which included Jim Moore, Andrew Webb, John Domico, Ken Davis, Lance Bland, Jim Myers, Jonathan Thurley, Kimberlyn Nelson, and Rob Peterson, had some hill business to attend to.  Her Hyner-ness sunk to a new low by only prescribing two. However, the majority of the crew felt unfulfilled by such a small elevation gain, and went on to much higher heights. Davis was showing off the benefits of the Humpin' Dumpties training regimen, a top-secret Euro-trashin' leg-thrashin' hybrid that relies on intense daily windmill sessions to increase performance.

Anyway, nice work today guys.  Hope all that weekly pain and suffering pays you back big time in the mOUTaiNs this Saturday!

Weekly Hill Workout: Rocky Return

October 25, 2010

It was a wonderfully mild late October day with not a single freak ice storm in sight as Jim Moore, Jonathan Thurley, Bob Cornwall, John Domico, Tom Cali, and Esther Prins (girl-power--YAY!) headed out for Hillville.  Everyone was thoroughly excited about rededicating themselves to the pursuit of Hillyness after too many weeks of marathon and MTB distraction, as evidenced by remarks such as "She's not really going to make us do hills today"...and "Five Guys Burgers and Fries is two blocks that way."  You should have seen the way they took off for Rocky Top--I actually had to remind them to "save some for the hills" at one point.  I thought a few might actually cry when I told them we were only going to do four repeats.  Especially a freshly man-scaped Cali, who, after a month of marathon, Mountainback, and Californication, claimed that he needed to get back to some serious training.  As long as that training doesn't involve trails or heavy schweating.   Anyway, Rocky Top lived up to her name, forcing several runners to miss precious hill training time while they extracted rocks from their shoes.  Darn those pesky pebbles!!  I have to confess, seeing the group doubled-over and gasping for breath at the top of each hill made me realize just how rewarding the job of hill queen can be. It's a feeling that can't be expressed by a "terrain factor" or measured by a GPS. It can't be derived, normalized, or standardized. Perhaps my feelings would best be expressed by a monologue from some obscure after school special starring Kristy McNichol......

Weekly Hill Workout: Rainy Days and Mondays

September 27, 2010

It was a dreary, drizzly day as Costas Maranas, Bob Cornwall, Jim Moore, and I set out from Rec Hall. Traband and Cali arrived late--looking quite spiffy in their "business casual" attire (I couldn't decide if Mark's shirt was 'apricot' or 'cantelope')--and caught up with us out at the hill--which--as most of you now know after the fact--was Sunset Park (I'm getting a little dash-happy--in case you haven't noticed---Marty--?)

Anyway, I was just along to keep the crew honest--I had to take a knee once we arrived at the hill.  I'm hoping my witch doctor can exorcise whatever demons are haunting my patella.  Cornwall and Maranas did three repeats, Moore (in taper mode for Wineglass this weekend) did a half, and though i was leaving by the time they arrived, Traband and Cali promised to do a few too. 

I'm hoping to not be quite so kneedy next week!