What a week. I got
back to Park City on Monday, unpacked my bags, then repacked my
bags and took off for Bend, OR on Friday. And I also squeezed in
a full week of work and a few training sessions in between. But
now I am in Bend, and ready for some skiing. We arrived here at
about 2pm today and checked into our plush condo. We scored on lodging,
getting a nice condo over looking the Deschutes River, a big park
out back for frisbee and soccer, and pool, hot tub and sauna. All
at a price that starving skiers can afford. We aren't used to living
the high life like this and plan to take full advantage of it. This
afternoon, Scott and I went for a mountain bike ride. The singletrack
riding in Bend in incredible. Moab is still my favorite place to
ride, but even Moab doesn't have singletrack to compare with Bend.
It is all ridable and while you can cruise pretty fast, you better
be on your toes or you will miss one of the many s-turns and find
yourself off in the woods, as I did this afternoon. No harm done
though. We rode for 2 and a half hours and barely scraped the surface
of the trails in the area. My roommate, and ski team co-captain,
from college lives in Bend and we are looking forward to having
him give us a tour of the terrain later in the week.
Of course, the main
reason we are in Bend is to ski. Bend gets a ridiculous amount of
snow during the winter and still has snow on the cross country trails
in June. It is one of the best places in the world for off-season
skiing. Because it is summer, you have to ski early in the morning.
The snow freezes at
night and begins to thaw out in mid morning. The time from 8-10am
is when the snow is at its best - it has softened a bit so it isn't
too icy, but it isn't mush yet. So we got up at 6:30 this morning,
ate breakfast, waxed skis, and made the 20 minute drive up to the
trails at the base of Mt. Bachelor. The skiing was incredible. The
received a trace of new snow last night which took the hard edge
off the icy tracks. I skated for two hours, very excited to be back
on snow. I was a bit tired starting out, my muscles haven't been
used this way very much in the past two months, but I felt better
as I went. There is only about 12K of trails groomed, but I can't
complain about the marvelous conditions.
This afternoon, I decided
to try a workout that Torbjorn has been recommending to us recently.
He wants us to work on our anaerobic capacity. His theory is that
since a good place to work on anaerobic training is in a place where
you can't breath ( and therefore can't supply oxygen to the blood)
we should try swimming underwater. After a short run, I went to
the pool and did my laps. TBK wanted us to see how far we could
make it underwater before we had to come up for air. Eventually,
the goal is to swim 3 lengths (75m) underwater. I did the drill
4 times. On my best, I was able to make it 2 lengths. It was very
hard. I was only under water for 15-20 seconds, but I was exhausted
and gasping for breath after each one. Right now it seems impossible
that I will be able to go three lengths, but I'll just have to see
the progress I make in the next few weeks. I will also be interested
to see how this affects my anaerobic capacity for sprinting, etc.
It snowed an inch or
two last night. This is a bit unexpected and would normally make
the kick waxing very difficult. But since we only have about 4 klisters
with us, it became surprisingly simple. I was amazed to findout
that our limited supply was actually the perfect combination for
today's snow. I skied for two hours and the only time the wax didn't
work was for the last 15 minutes when the snow had turned to mush.
I was surprised at how comfortable I felt on my classic skis. It
was like I have been on them everyday. My technique was probably
the best it has been all year. I'm not sure if that says something
about how good it is now, or how bad it was this season. If you
have seen me ski, I leave that call up to you.
This afternoon my college
teammate & roommate Colter Leys took us on a tour of some of
Bend's finest mountain bike trails. I had planned on an easy hour-long
ride to loosen up. Having trained with Colter for four years, I
should have known better. Two and a half hours of pulse-pounding
uphills and screaming downhills later, we had ridded some of the
best singletrack I have ever been on. The only thing that the trails
here lack is scenery and views. Other than that they are perfect.
I felt pretty strong during the ride, but I was very tired afterward.
Walking back up the two flights of stairs to our condo took all
the energy I had left.
Whew. I'm not sure
how much longer I can keep this pace up. Usually training camps
are pretty laid back. Sure, we train hard,
but that is only 4-5 hours a day. The rest of the time we usually
just sleep, eat or watch ESPN. But not this camp. We have been going
at a frantic pace to keep up with all that needs to be done. For
instance, take today's schedule:
6:30 -8:00am Get up,
eat breakfast, wax skis, drive to mountain.
8:00-11:00 am - Ski.
Today's ski was an incredible crust skiing tour up towards Broken
Top mountain. Pat Weaver led the way for us. Even more new snow
made the going slower than usual and we had to cut the trip a little
short. It was spectacular nonetheless. The first hour of the trip
was all uphill, so
steep in parts that you couldn't even herringbone. The cool thing
about crust skiing is that you can go wherever you want. The crust
is firm and the possibilities are endless. This becomes slightly
less cool when your leader (Weaver) decides to take you straight
up the mountain. When I was just about sure I couldn't go any higher
we reached a ridge line between Broken Top and a neighboring peak.
We skied down between the two, flying over the crust, jumping off
bumps and shredding natural halfpipes. The main rule out here is
don't fall. The crust is not very forgiving and it likes to take
larger skin samples. Fortunately we made it back without any broken
equipment and no lost blood, but plenty of close calls.
11:30-12:00 - Lunch
at the Taco Stand
12:00-1:30 - Run errands
in town (like getting these pictures developed).
1:30-3:00 - Update
the website with new pictures and journal entries to keep you devoted
fans entertained. Write emails to friends who have sent hate mail
because I take forever to write back.
3:00-4:30 - Strength
workout in gym.
5:00-6:00 - Ultimate
6:00 - 7:00 -Shower,
eat dinner, and go to movie theater.
7:00-9:30 - See Star
Wars for the third time. If you have yet to see this movie, drop
whatever you are doing and head to the nearest theater immediately.
9:30-10:30 - Do dishes
and get stuff ready to do it all again tomorrow.
I have a million non-ski-related
things I was going to get done at this camp, but I haven't accomplished
any of it. Not that I am complaining. I realize that most people
would call a day like this "vacation," and I agree. I
am very lucky to be able to do leave work for a week to come do
this stuff, all in the name of training. But I will need to slow
down and relax a little before I head back to work next week.
I have been training
up a storm this week. I had planned on training twenty hours in
the week that I am here.
But I am already at 15 hours and I have three days to go. I have
already surpassed my highest weekly total for the year so far. With
this in mind, I took it easy skiing today. First we did some technique
filming so that we can analyze it later, then I went and skied for
1:30 classical. Nice and easy. My legs were very tight from the
game of Ultimate yesterday and it took an hour or so to loosen up.
It was much warmer today that it has been, which was a welcome change.
There were a few brave (read: stupid) souls skiing without shirts
on today. It was warm, but not that warm.
I had hoped for a nice
easy PM workout as well, but no such luck. Torbjorn wanted Erik
and I to come along to a track workout he had set up for the skiers
in his camp. The idea of the workout was to identify training levels.
We did 5x400 meters. The first one at level one, the second at level
two, etc., up to level five (as fast as humanly possible). Erik
and I were basically supposed to set the pace. For the first couple,
I was in the middle of the pack, as many people were letting their
egos set the pace. However, by the last 400m I was ready to give
it everything and finished in 59 seconds. Not bad considering how
tired I felt. We finished off the workout with some plyometric exercises
and a very hard triceps press "race."
For the past few days
, a few of the skiers here have been talking up an event called
the 10th Annual Mt. Bachelor's Cup. Signs have mysteriously appeared
on the trail that say things like, "If you do one event this
summer, do Star Wars. But if you do two, do the Bachelor's Cup."
and "Got Cup?" and "It's shagadelic, baby!"
Little else was known about the event except that it would start
at 9 a.m. on Thursday and all entrants better have a costume. Since
I had been designated as race official, judge, jury, photographer,
and reporter, I was unable to race. Instead, I got to watch the
mayhem, judge costumes, take pictures, and of course, report the
results here on "Somewhere Between Obscurity and Oblivion,"
the Official Website and Press Outlet for the Mt. Bachelor Bachelor's
Club.(Editor's note: having seen this year's event, SBOO will politely
decline any official relationship with this race in the future,
it was that good.) Race turnout was tremendous, considering that
it was the first running of the event (we aren't sure where the
10th annual thing comes from). There were entries from all over
the country. Two Middlebury skiers made their appearance by kayaking
down the ski trail and then racing in their helmets, PFDs and spray
skirts. Two male UWGB skiers looked absolutely striking in their
short skirts and tanktops. There was also a dirtbiker, complete
with helmet and pads, and a prison inmate from the Biathlon contingent.
The race was a relay with two people on each team. Each skier would
ski a 0.5k loop, then tag off to his teammate do to the same. This
loop was skied 4 times by each skier. It was a well fought race,
considering that if you finish first, you were automatically disqualified
from winning the overall prize. Cheating was strongly encouraged,
but I was disappointed to see that everyone did all of their laps
and there were very few tackles or equipment sabotages. The course
even had a good treeskiing section, perfect for taking out the competition,
but the racers remained civil. These people need to learn how to
cheat. As a college teammate of mine, Mike Carey, knows, I would
not have stood for such politeness in a race/interval situation.
But I was not racing, I was judging, so that's what I did. Here
are the awards:
AC/DC Award for his Angus Young impersonation (and also the best
individual costume) - Mike White
RUN D.M.C. award for kickin' it old school - Scott Loomis, who
did the whole race classical.
Stone Temple Pilots " grunge poser in borrowed flannel"
award - Dave CHamberlain, who borrowed a flannel shirt 10 minutes
before the race.
Madonna "Material Girl" award - Steve Banks for his
Right Said Fred "I'm too sexy for my shirt and pants"
award - CHris Wolski
ZZ Top "Every girl's crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man"
award - Jeff Banks and Tim Woodbury (who were also the race organizers).
Alice In CHains "Dirt" award - the dirt biker
Social Distortion "Prison Bound" award - the inmate.
Britney Spears award for needing breast implants - The UWGB team
of Worm & Skirt
entrants were disappointed that the "Bare Naked Ladies"
award could not be given out this year.
And the overall winners
(decided in conference with race organizers)...
3rd - The Middlebury
Kayakers (who quite possibly could have won the overall if they
had stayed for the awards
2nd - Tim Woodbury
and Chris Wolski (who won the race, thereby disqualifying themselves
from the overall.)
1st - The UWGB team
dressed in women's clothes - Worm and Skirt. They proudly accepted
their golden Bachelor's Cup from the race organizers and then put
it on for photos. Yes, I said they wore the Cup. Come to think of
it, the kayakers were smart to leave early. . .
This afternoon, Colter
took Erik and I out to SMith Rock for a run. Smith ROck is probably
the premier sport climbing location in the U.S. We were not climbing
today, so we did an hour and a half run that wound around and over
some of the most popular climbing routes. We saw probably 40 people
climbing and COlter said that this was a very slow day. There was
more than enough rock to accommodate them all though. It was an
incredible run and it made me want to take up climbing. I'll add
that to the "To Do" list.
The trails were not
groomed today. The master's camp ended yesterday and the upcoming
junior camp does not start until Sunday. We were hoping they would
groom Friday and Saturday anyway, but no such luck. We were early
arriving to the trails today, and the snow was rock hard and rutted
out from yesterday. We decided that our best bet would be to go
crust skiing up towards Broken Top again. We followed essentially
the same trail as the other day to get up to the plateau. Today
there was no new snow and the going was a little faster. We did
an extraordinary loop that took us up to the eastern ridge of Broken
Top. We then followed this ridge up to the base of the crater. Broken
Top, as you might have guessed from the name, is a dormant volcano.
The top of the mountain has literally been blown off, creating numerous
bowls, chutes, and steep slopes that we drooled over as we approached
them. We skied as high up the mountain as we could without needing
to take out skis off. From here, we pointed the skis downhill and
let 'er rip. The snow was just starting to soften on top, making
for beautiful cruising and tele-turns. We schussed and shouted our
way down to the meadows below and then made our way back to the
Nordic Center. It was probably the best crust skiing I have ever
done. I was exhausted from three hours of skiing, but I still had
the adrenaline flowing from the high speed downhills.
The adrenaline from
this morning was quickly zapped out of me on my mountain bike ride
with Colter this afternoon. I told Colter to take it easy on me
since I had trained 25 hours in the previous seven days and was
starting to hit the wall. I'm not sure why I told him this, because
that is the equivalent of letting a shark get a whiff of your blood.
But he was gentle and we went out on an easy trail. It might have
been too easy. I was looking around at the runners on a nearby trail
and the mountains in the distance because we had not yet encounter
anything other than a smooth, straight trail. I guess I was thinking
that there was no reason to be focused solely on the trail just
yet. Big mistake. I looked ahead of me just in time to see my front
wheel narrowly miss a rock the size of a large television. But it
was too late to avoid a collision with the rest of my bike. I slammed
into the rock at full speed. I flew off the bike and down the embankment
next to the trail. I wasn't hurt and I quickly scrambled back up
the bank to check on my bike. It didn' escape as well as I did.
It was scratched in a few places and the front chainring was bend
out of true. It was still ridable, but the two largest front chainrings
were useless. I needed to get it home without anymore damage. Colter
and I did a short, easy loop and called it a day.
Tonight we went over
to Colter and Annie's house for a BBQ and a slideshow of their trip
to South America last year. They were in South America from August
15-February 15 and toured Peru, Bolivia, Chile, and Argentina. They
travelled mostly on bike and did backpacking trips at certain points
along hte way. The slideshow was incredible. Amazing photos of amazing
places, with an excellent narration of the whole trip. When we graduated
from college, Colter and I were essentially equal in terms of ski
racing. I decided to keep racing and he decided to devote himself
more to adventures like this one. While I am very happy with my
decision, their presentation made me want to drop everthing and
head for some far-off land and explore. Maybe when I retire from
skiing I can do that stuff. Of course, there are always the issues
of time and money. If, in the near future, the website updates stop
its because I jumped a plane to Tibet.
Last day of skiing.
We were late getting up to the trail today because we had to pack
and check out of the condo. We are leaving for Park City directly
from skiing. It was very slow skiing by the time we got there at
9:30. We did some skate and classic video to ananlyze later. We
had done this filming on Tueday, but when we went to watch it on
Friday, the entire tape was just soap operas. The VCR in the condo
must have been preprogrammed to record at a certain time and it
erased the previous workout. The first question we asked was, "why
hadn't it been taken out of the machine earlier." The second
question we asked was, "who was watching soap operas?"
Anyway, we fimed for 20 minutes or so, then skied for an hour.
After skiing, it was
time to hit the road. We knew it would not be a pleasant drive because
it is about 11 hours from Bend to Park City, plus it was 90 degrees
today and my air conditioner is broken. Yeehaw.
Made it back to Park
City today. We stopped in Twin Falls, ID for the night because we
jsut couldn't take it anymore. We had the windows rolled down all
the way for 7 hours straight and the temperature in the truck was
still above 90 the whole time. At least its a dry heat. Today was
slightly better, but we were very happy to be home and to take a
few days off, both from training and driving.
You would think that
after a week of skiing in June I would have had enough. But I am
an addict and I need my fix, so if I can find snow, I will go. Today
I drove up to Bald Mountain Pass in the Uinta Mountains east of
Park City. The top of the pass is about 11,000 feet (I think). Rumor
had it that there was still about 3-4 feet of snow up there. I had
to see for myself. I got up at 6am, and was on the snow by 7:15.
I wanted to ski on the crust and I knew if I waited until later,
it would be too soft. Unfortunately, the snow never really froze
last night and it was extremely dirty and covered with tree branches.
It was also starting to become sun-cupped, making for rough glide.
I skied for over an hour, but it was not all that great. Then again,
who am I to complain. Its mid-June and I am skiing.
I didn't get to bed
until REALLY late last night. Normally I don't bring my social life
into my journal, but when it affects my training I think its relevant.
A friend and I went out to a club in Salt Lake last night. I figured
that we would hang out for a few hours then go home, no big deal.
But, time flies when you are having fun and by the time I crawled
into bed, it was 3:00am. Not good when you have to get up at 6:00
to go biking. I had planned to go mountain biking before work. This
meant a very rude alarm clock at 6:00. Initially I felt great, I
jumped out of bed and started getting dressed. Then after 30 seconds
it hit me hard. I stumbled back to bed and laid there for about
10 minutes. Everyone who has ever exercised in the morning knows
the mental struggle that goes on to convince yourself to get out
of a warm, cozy bed to go abuse your body. This morning my body
was already abused, making it even tougher. As I laid there, I looked
up at the Bjorn Daehlie poster on my wall and thought, "He
would be up and training by now." Then I thought, "But
he also would have gone to bed more than 3 hours ago." I mustered
all the motivation I could find hiding in my body and rolled out
of bed. Once I was riding I was fine. The first 30 minutes were
tough, but after that I felt great. I rode all over Park City Ski
Area, found a few new trails and still made it to work by 10:00.
The past week was a
very good one for me, training-wise. I did a number of fairly hard
workouts (4x5 minute intervals, double poling up a fairly steep
fifteen minute hill, skating w/o poles up the same hill) and felt
good during each one. I also have had a fairly hectic weekend, so
I was very happy to find that I felt very good duing today's 3 hour
run. Rob Whitney, Erik Stange, and I did a fantastic point to point
trail that started on the Mormon Pioneer Trail (also the Donner
Party trail and Pony Express Trail) and then followed the ridge
line that separates Park City from Salt Lake City back to the Moose
Hollow area where we do alot of our interval running. It was a perfect
day and the wildflowers were in bloom, making it a very scenic run.
After the run, though, my week caught up with me. I made it home
just in time to collapse for a three hour nap. Ahh, Sundays. If
only there was football on TV it would have been perfect.
I also want to send
out a Happy Birthday to my brother who turns 23 today!