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The end of my nordic ski season was hastened by the arrival of early summer in New England.  Temperatures in high 70’s made short memory of snow, wind and cold.  Last year we skied until late March on the ever diminishing snow at Weston, and until the first weekend of April further north.  The skis have been cleaned, coated with their summer wax and put away. Continue reading

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The Tank Is Empty

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It was still winter for a little while longer at the Sugarloaf Marathon in Maine on Saturday.  Overnight, temperatures had dipped below freezing, meaning the track had  frozen up nicely and would be fast for at least the first half of the race.

My warm-up wasn’t promising.  I still felt out of sorts from the virus I had been dealing with for the past three weeks. I had barely done any training since Bretton Woods and hadn’t been on snow since then.  My heart rate didn’t look good.  The oatmeal from breakfast brimmed at the base of my esophagus.
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B.A.A. 5k

The nordic season is not yet complete (yes, I will be doing the Sugarloaf Marathon) but I’ve already signed up for a running race.  I love the B.A.A. races.  Premium organization — and entry fees — but always a good experience.  Since I’ve run through the winter, the thought of doing a 5k isn’t unreasonable, though doing one at race pace might be asking for trouble.  Sometimes discipline is about restraint, but I’m not very good at slowing down.

Bretton Woods Nordic Marathon

The Bretton Woods Nordic Marathon is a sign of the ski season winding down.  It has historically marked the final weekend of my ski season.  As I lined up for the start, it was feeling like a long season, too, with my tank pretty empty after being sick all week with a virus that had gotten into my lungs, joints and muscles.

The race was comprised of two, 21km laps containing long double-sections, some grinding uphills and a couple of steep sections.  With fresh snow on top of ice in many sections on the lower half of the course and wet powder conditions in the higher elevations, the wax of the day was a cocktail of klister and stick.  I followed the Swix recommendation and went with KR35 covered with VR45.  I think it would have worked out pretty well for me if I had been able to put it on my skis with any finesse.  Instead, the kick-zones looked like a double-glazed Krispy-Kreme,and like said donuts, the mistake would repeat like a bad burp throughout the race.

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Chocolatey Recovery

A few years ago at Weston Ski Track, I overheard some high school kids talking about Chocolate Milk as a recovery drink.  The concept sounded appealing.  I always sensed there were some unheralded health benefits from Chocolate Milk.  Back in the day, many bike race weekends began with a liverwurst (for iron, right?) sandwich and a big carton of Dutch Maid chocolate milk.  I think Dutch Maid was the off-brand, kwik-e-mart version of Swiss Miss.  It was essentially half-and-half fortified with copious amounts of cocoa and sugar.  I can still remember the shock on the faces of my teammates before they, too, were converted. It seemed an unnecessary indulgence, but the blond, braided Dutch girl and windmills on the carton evoked images of bike racing in the Netherlands.  If it was good enough for them, then it should be fine for me.  I’m sure Peter Post is rolling in his grave…or licking his lips somewhere. Continue reading

Weston Tues Night Series Wrap Up

The Tuesday Night Race Series wrapped up with nine official races. I did eight of them. I won one of them. I finished second overall. The prizes this year were beer and chocolate. My favorite prizes over the years are the ones you can eat or drink.

I started doing the Tuesday Night races in 2007. I finished 32nd overall. I’ve improved each year thereafter:

2008: 26th
2009: 12th
2010: 8th
2011: 5th
2012: 2nd

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