Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
It’s incredible. It’s that time of year again for the time trials out here at Soldier Hollow. After these time trials, the racing season is only a little over a month away. CRAZY! EXCITING! (maybe a little intimidating??)
Of the 4 years that I have come to this camp, I have never felt as good as I do this time around. In previous years, I am usually tired, drained from the heavy training, breathless from the altitude by this time. But, not right now. I’ve had some really solid interval sessions, and although the shooting may be a little inconsistent, I am confident that I will be able to pull it together to create some good performances. I’ve never felt so confident going into these races, and I must say, it’s a nice change! I am fit, I am strong, and I am ready to prove to myself that I can ski fast.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Things that made my day:
It was sunny and warm outside…in a word, GORGEOUS!
My car will be fixed tomorrow! Woot!
I saw a rowing team drive by on the highway. (not sure why i am so excited about that?)
Had a solid lactate** for the uphill double pole time trial.
Had a wonderful ski home from said double pole time trial.
My iPod battery warned me that it only had 20% battery left at the beginning of my ski.
2 hours later, it was still pumping out good tunes.
The best one: After finishing the time trial, Olympic Gold Medalist Anna Carin Olofsson came and patted me on the back, and said “Way to fight.”
its not so bad.
**Lactate is what your body builds up when you are pushing your body hard, essentially. That's the stuff that makes your legs feel like jell-o.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Here’s a quick video of my team’s latest training camp in Invermere, British Columbia.
I have come to the conclusion that BC is one of the most beautiful places I have ever been! Simply magnificent.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Look at that field of snow. Completely untouched. Sun shining on it as if there was a hallelujah chorus hiding behind the bushes, waiting to jump out and hit that famous note at any minute. It’s just screaming to me “Please! Come jump and run and play!” But, alas, I skied on by. I didn’t know how far away the lodge was, and I didn’t want to risk getting chilled. You see, we were classic skiing up in Craftsbury for the day. It was beautiful. The air was warm, the sun was out, the snow was perfect, and the scenery was magnificent. You couldn’t have asked for a more perfect day to be outside. Even though the day had started out rough, the sunshine just melted all the troubles away.
“If I come along another field as good as that one,” I thought to myself, “I will not pass it up again. I’ll leave it at that.” No longer than 5 minutes later, a smaller, but equally perfect field emerged from around a corner. “Well, its fate!” I say to myself. I shuffled over to the side of the trail, took off my skis, and giggled. I walked to the side of the untouched, smooth, shiny blanket of snow. And, without wasting another minute, did a front flip through the air, landing on my back in a completely perfect cushion of powder. I was laughing. Hard. I stood up, and, flung myself through the air again. “Boy, anyone watching me right now must think I am a nut.” I thought. “But, I really don’t care!” For a good five minutes or so, I frolicked through this field, jumping, falling, flipping, laughing. This is what living is all about. Moments like this.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
The past 2 weeks have been rough. Seriously. At the beginning of June, the camp in Jericho seemed so far away. But now it’s over. Looking back, I ask myself, “What did I learn at that camp?” You can take something away from every situation I think. So what can I take away from this? Well, that’s a good question.
I learned how to be tired at that camp. It was fun, don’t get me wrong, especially because we didn’t have to walk up that huge hill to the dining hall for every breakfast, lunch, and dinner. (we got to eat at a dining hall just a few hundred feet away from our barracks.) It was nice to see some familiar faces that were slowly becoming stranger’s faces. Going to Burlington is always a good thing. As far as training goes? The whole reason we were there? Meh. Not great by any means. Mediocre shooting all week long, mediocre skiing a majority of the time, tired for a good piece of it, lots of toothaches (my wisdom teeth are coming in); all this translating into sub-par races at the end of the week. It’s nothing to stress over though, as I come to find after nearly every Jericho camp. Bad races in August have absolutely no influence on how the races go in December. It’s still early, we still have the whole fall to improve on more things!
The biathlon team went straight from Jericho to Carabassett Valley for a MWSC UNITE camp at Sugarloaf with the Cross Country folks. “Oh boy”, I sigh as Kat and I pull into the driveway. “Here goes another week.” There was a difference between these two camps though. Jericho was planned to be an intensity camp, lots of “going hard”, but not a whole ton of hours. This Sugarloaf camp, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. Not a whole ton of intensity, but lots of hours. Two very different camps, one very similar outcome. I have never felt so tired and unmotivated ever in my life between these two weeks. Just trying to get out there and train was a chore. I found myself thinking at multiple points through the week, “Why would I want to leave this nice warm bed to go out there…outside?” But I did get out there, although most of the time I wasn’t happy about it. The good thing about this Sugarloaf camp was it was completely centered around one of my biggest obstacles; up hills. The up hills are where I lose the most time in anything I am doing. Skiing, biking, running. Every time we come to an uphill, in training or in racing, I am amazed as I watch everyone I am training with just fly by me and create a 1 minute gap in 1 lousy uphill. Hiking is pretty much my worst enemy (although I do enjoy it.) So during this camp, the coaches really hammered the up hills. We did uphill intervals on roller skis, we went hiking, did some bounding. And although I maybe didn’t make huge gains in my uphill battle (haha), at least I was able to watch everyone else, and take notes on what they are doing differently that makes them go so much faster.
So, what did I take away from these two camps?
I think I learned some lessons on how to push through tough times, (both mentally and physically), even when I don’t want to. Staying tough is often times…well, tough. When it gets to the point when you don’t want to do the things you love to do, where does that leave you? What do you do? You keep going forward, even when that doesn’t seem possible. It’s a bump in the road, and I can guarantee it will happen again. And I am almost certain it happens to every athlete in every sport. You get tired! You train hard for your goals, but sometimes forget that training hard and training smart are two totally different things! Slowly but surely, I am coming down the other side of this little road bump.
In other news…
The combination of sun with the smell of sun-screen, water, and sand could be used to cure almost any type of problem. When you get here, to that point, you have left any and all problems in a dark, claustrophobic room somewhere, and right now all you can think about is nothing, which is fabulous. This is what I was faced with yesterday afternoon. After a great bike ride around the Gilford area, Kat, Grace, Seth and I packed up our things, ate lunch, and headed to the marina. We piled up in the boat for the 20-minute ride out to Bear Island on Lake Winnipesaukee. We spend the day out there with Kat’s parents, swimming, eating good food, talking, roasting marshmallows and making smores. Mackerel. It was absolutely fantastic. Four more days here, then back up to the county with me! See you around soon! Thanks for stopping by.