School is winding down

Finals week is coming up. I should be studying, but I find that I am making excuses to go skiing as often as I can. Today, instead of finishing up my Spanish homework online, I skied at TDXC in a perfect bluebird day. I did get a small amount of Spanish conversation on the trials, so I think that that counts, right?

I grabbed some video of Elias at ASC the other day and I thought I’d share it. It is a .mov file so you may have to open it with quicktime or something.  :)

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Training with Incline Highlanders

After an incredible week of training and racing in West Yellowstone, I am back to the “grind” on the North shore of Lake Tahoe. It’s not as bad as it sounds though. Now more than ever I appreciate why I moved here: the sun, the lake, and the awesome skiing community, which brings me to the next bit . . .

Today I trained with Incline High School’s nordic team at Tahoe XC. We did some exercises focusing on forward body position (without poles) and another balance exercise focusing on extending glide and transferring weight. We followed this with an easy 40 minute ski.

After about one week of on-snow training, they look pretty good! The athletes are fit from running in the fall, but the transition to skiing can be tricky. They are balanced and coordinated. I look forward to helping  out head coach Kathy Vomund with training and racing in whatever way I can this winter.

Notable Tidbits of West Yellowstone – the sort of thing that makes me smile to think about

It is often easy to get caught up among race bibs and pumping adrenalin in a trip such as the West Yellowstone camp, and fail to remember it in all its glory.  It is these rather prosaic occurrences that made the trip so memorable.

-Parents various chocolate goodies (packed for the kids, pillaged by me).

-The horrified look on Jeff’s face after accidentally dousing my face with wax remover (and the many future instances in which I can use this to my advantage).

-Anonymous’ two massive, probably painful, not-so-graceful diggers.  Champ.

-The peaceful afternoon classic ski away from the crowds of West Yellowstone.

-The moment in a dirty gas station somewhere in Idaho when one of the boys proclaimed to me, after using the women’s room due to long lines, that “Girls  have it so much better, the bathroom’s way cleaner, and [they] even have those shiny little tables to put coats and purses on.”  Note: by “shiny little table” he was unknowingly referring to the diaper-changing table.

-Seeing the kids progress in leaps and bounds over such a short period of time.

-My almost successful attempt to consumer 4 saltines in a minute, more difficult than one might think.  World Poker Tournament watch out…Jeff is a betting maniac.

-The point when I let go of my insecurities about racing and realized that it is all quite simple-just go.

-The incredible amount of food consumed by teenage boy athletes.  By incredible I mean that at each meal the boys ate enough food to feed all the Lions in the Denver Zoo (there are at least 7).

-The girls endurance and perseverance in hostile take over situations- you make me proud.

-The tireless individual who shoveled ALL night outside the Super 8 in Wells, as I laid awake cursing him.  (As it turns out-a torn bill board)

-Probably the best classic skiing that many of the kids have had the privilege to enjoy.

-Hearing Glen and Jeff laugh boisterously from across the noisy dining area.

Thank you to all who helped make this trip happen.  It was an enormous success in my opinion.  We had awesome training and racing.  To Glen, Ben and Jeff- that was wonderful.