Yakity Yak
Well, it was a busy weekend, and it left me exhausted.
First off, on Friday evening, we headed down to Durango - I had to get my neck cracked, and we made a meeting. We also went by a used book store, where I bought a bunch of paperbacks and two old CD favorites of mine (which I hadn't seen in years).
Then we had dinner at the Himalayan Kitchen, where I ordered Yak Mo-Mo dumplings.
They were quite good, although maybe not the most filling thing in the world. No, Yak does NOT taste like chicken, although I couldn't tell you what it does taste like, as this yak had spices in it.
Got up on Saturday morning and ran long (10 miles, which isn't actually a long run, but under these conditions it's long enough) and then skiied bumps, hard - spring bumps. Wonderful bumps. The kind of bumps that you just want to keep skiing all day. Then we drove to Silverton for a meeting (which didn't take place - nobody was there) - on the way back home, I took this panoramic of the view from Molas Pass with my phone:
Sunday morning I woke up really, really tired, and decide that I might not do my 8 miles at pace that I had planned; instead, I'd do two miles, and then see how I felt - if I felt like it, I'd quit. If not, I'd finish the run. So I did just that, and finished, although I didn't have much in the tank when I got through; it took me a long time to do my stretching.
Then I headed back to the condo, as Ethel had declared Sunday a No Skiing Day - instead, we were going to drive up to Silverton and Ouray and do some sightseeing. But that wasn't all - we were also going to stop at one of the passes, and take Maia snowshoeing.
Snowshoeing at 11000+ feet is NOT the same as taking a day off, in case you were wondering - especially when one has already run that day.
So now I'm whupped. I was supposed to run 3 miles today, but decided against it. In fact, I have declared this to be a Rest Week - something between 25 and 30 miles, and that's all (that means that I want to run at least 25 miles, but won't go over 30). This being our last week up here at the condo, it's probably a good time to dial things back to transition back to sea level next week.
And there are no restaurants in New River, that sell yak.
First off, on Friday evening, we headed down to Durango - I had to get my neck cracked, and we made a meeting. We also went by a used book store, where I bought a bunch of paperbacks and two old CD favorites of mine (which I hadn't seen in years).
Then we had dinner at the Himalayan Kitchen, where I ordered Yak Mo-Mo dumplings.
They were quite good, although maybe not the most filling thing in the world. No, Yak does NOT taste like chicken, although I couldn't tell you what it does taste like, as this yak had spices in it.
Got up on Saturday morning and ran long (10 miles, which isn't actually a long run, but under these conditions it's long enough) and then skiied bumps, hard - spring bumps. Wonderful bumps. The kind of bumps that you just want to keep skiing all day. Then we drove to Silverton for a meeting (which didn't take place - nobody was there) - on the way back home, I took this panoramic of the view from Molas Pass with my phone:
Sunday morning I woke up really, really tired, and decide that I might not do my 8 miles at pace that I had planned; instead, I'd do two miles, and then see how I felt - if I felt like it, I'd quit. If not, I'd finish the run. So I did just that, and finished, although I didn't have much in the tank when I got through; it took me a long time to do my stretching.
Then I headed back to the condo, as Ethel had declared Sunday a No Skiing Day - instead, we were going to drive up to Silverton and Ouray and do some sightseeing. But that wasn't all - we were also going to stop at one of the passes, and take Maia snowshoeing.
Snowshoeing at 11000+ feet is NOT the same as taking a day off, in case you were wondering - especially when one has already run that day.
So now I'm whupped. I was supposed to run 3 miles today, but decided against it. In fact, I have declared this to be a Rest Week - something between 25 and 30 miles, and that's all (that means that I want to run at least 25 miles, but won't go over 30). This being our last week up here at the condo, it's probably a good time to dial things back to transition back to sea level next week.
And there are no restaurants in New River, that sell yak.
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