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.