Category: XCFeeds

A collection of live feeds from cross-country ski blogs around the web.
  • GRASS STAINS AND SPLINTERS

    Worthington, MA – I am at my folks house this week (sleeping a lot, playing in the woods and getting some dirt under my fingernails). I rehung the rope swing and got a few new calluses from putting it to good use with Lindsey (in the purple).

    It has not been ALL fun and games though – I had a job interview, and have another scheduled for tomorrow. Okay, it HAS been all fun and games. It is very exciting, thinking of what you want to be when you grow up. It is even more exciting when you realize you are about to start doing it and in fact, don’t have to grow up at all!

    Who said you have to stop climbing trees and playing in the brook when you turn 30? I hope nobody, because I am not giving it up in 3 months!

    My health continues to improve and I look forward to training again in August. Here is to living it up. Every. Single. Day.

    Hanging the rope
  • Tour de Northwest

    a onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy8LpbgYOag/TD1QSg6dfOI/AAAAAAAAAXc/0oMHWGdLmhs/s1600/tourfans.jpg”img style=”display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 134px;” src=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy8LpbgYOag/TD1QSg6dfOI/AAAAAAAAAXc/0oMHWGdLmhs/s400/tourfans.jpg” border=”0″ alt=””id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493635399464877282″ //abr /It’s July. And in the tradition of the 97th edition of the Tour de France, I’ve spent my last days out on the roads getting to know the Northwest as you only can when no two days are alike.br /br /a onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy8LpbgYOag/TD1QR1fmJtI/AAAAAAAAAXM/9h49GVMvO8o/s1600/email_astoria_riverview.jpg”img style=”display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 76px;” src=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy8LpbgYOag/TD1QR1fmJtI/AAAAAAAAAXM/9h49GVMvO8o/s400/email_astoria_riverview.jpg” border=”0″ alt=””id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493635387809474258″ //abr /First, I left Bend for Portland; then the City of Roses gave way to the port town of Astoria, Oregon.br /br /a onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy8LpbgYOag/TD1QSBIO1jI/AAAAAAAAAXU/DUwpSsUzs_k/s1600/sunset-in-the-nortwest.jpg”img style=”display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 144px;” src=”http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy8LpbgYOag/TD1QSBIO1jI/AAAAAAAAAXU/DUwpSsUzs_k/s400/sunset-in-the-nortwest.jpg” border=”0″ alt=””id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493635390932702770″ //abr /After Oregon came Washington. A wedding, nights by the waterfront of Lake Wenatchee, coastal sunsets, the obligatory celebrations of July fourth and rollerskiing in 102 degree heat. br /br /br /br /a onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy8LpbgYOag/TD1QRc-UzjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ku4rdY2SEmc/s1600/email_bettina_manzanita1.jpg”img style=”display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;” src=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy8LpbgYOag/TD1QRc-UzjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ku4rdY2SEmc/s400/email_bettina_manzanita1.jpg” border=”0″ alt=””id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493635381227474482″ //abr /My gypsy in arms came all the way from across the Atlantic to take in America, experience the 4th of July and to touch the Pacific for the first time. Forget Swatch watches or Swiss chocolate, this is the finest of Schweiz’s imports. br /br /a onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy8LpbgYOag/TD1QTEAr4SI/AAAAAAAAAXk/7S1_nA88iE0/s1600/IMG_1982.jpg”img style=”display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;” src=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy8LpbgYOag/TD1QTEAr4SI/AAAAAAAAAXk/7S1_nA88iE0/s400/IMG_1982.jpg” border=”0″ alt=””id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493635408886227234″ //abr /Just as this tour came to end, so soon shall my time in Bend. Next week I load up the truck for good, leave the tenement aptly named the House of Fun solely in the hands of Carl Decker and Matt Lieto, and trade it in for some quality time up in the north country. Before arriving in Mazama I have one more stopover, though. I’ve been invited to lend a hand coaching the young up-and-comers at the PNSA ski camp at Trout Lake, Washington next week with Scott and Erik. To the best of times. And those that will be.div class=”blogger-post-footer”img width=’1′ height=’1′ src=’https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910103639238326543-2111271918227280103?l=methowolympicdevelopment.blogspot.com’ alt=” //div

  • Glacier Camp 1

    div style=”text-align: left;”I just returned from my first week of on snow training up on Eagle Glacier, about 40 miles outside of Anchorage, and 6000 feet up from the city. We were scheduled to helicopter up last monday, but due to some crazy weather and bad flying conditions, we were postponed until tuesday afternoon. Finally a little hole opened and we were able to zip up to the mountains on one of Alpine Air’s helicopters. br //divspan class=”Apple-style-span” style=” ;font-family:Times;”div style=”border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; “br //divspan class=”Apple-style-span” style=” ;font-family:Georgia;”a onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l4L_01UOs1s/TD45LMvIXyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/73RYPfN58BY/s1600/DSC05933.JPG”img src=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l4L_01UOs1s/TD45LMvIXyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/73RYPfN58BY/s320/DSC05933.JPG” border=”0″ alt=”” id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493891459998834466″ style=”display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; ” //a/spandiv style=”text-align: center;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; “span class=”Apple-style-span” style=”font-weight: bold; “Looking down on Girdwood and the ocean from our house./spanbr //divdiv style=”border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; “divbr //divdivFor six days I lived the “eat, sleep, train” life up on the glacier with 16 other APU athletes. From the second I was dropped off from the helicopter that first day, I spent the next six days in a sort of awe/daze. It was unbelievable to me that we could jump in a helicopter at sea level, and five minutes later live like we were in the middle of the winter./divdivbr //diva onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4L_01UOs1s/TD44yYRQXSI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Tz-AaCGSPo8/s1600/DSC05917.JPG”img src=”http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4L_01UOs1s/TD44yYRQXSI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Tz-AaCGSPo8/s320/DSC05917.JPG” border=”0″ alt=”” id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493891033598024994″ style=”display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; ” //adiv style=”text-align: center;”span class=”Apple-style-span” style=”font-weight: bold; “the youngest bunch of the team./spanbr //divdivbr //divdivThe weather was a little funky most the time- rain/hail/snow mixed with super strong winds, which made for some hard core training. I spent the entire week in my rain jacket with exception to one day when the sun came out. When the sun did shine though, it really couldn’t have gotten better! There is nothing like skiing in a t-shirt and seeing mountains for miles and miles./divdivbr //diva onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l4L_01UOs1s/TD45fU3bp0I/AAAAAAAAAYw/2HF7hU_m9yo/s1600/DSC05951.JPG”img src=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l4L_01UOs1s/TD45fU3bp0I/AAAAAAAAAYw/2HF7hU_m9yo/s320/DSC05951.JPG” border=”0″ alt=”” id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493891805778519874″ style=”display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 169px; ” //adiv style=”text-align: center;”span class=”Apple-style-span” style=”font-weight: bold; “Mountains and more mountains!/spanbr //divdivbr //divdiv It was actually good it was only sunny one day, because I would get so distracted looking around and snapping pictures constantly that I would forget that I was supposed to be skiing./divdiv style=”text-align: left;”br //diva onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4L_01UOs1s/TD45PVGkZPI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/UyrhL_HmMu4/s1600/DSC05939.JPG”img src=”http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4L_01UOs1s/TD45PVGkZPI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/UyrhL_HmMu4/s320/DSC05939.JPG” border=”0″ alt=”” id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493891530964100338″ style=”display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px; ” //adiv style=”text-align: center;”span class=”Apple-style-span” style=”font-weight: bold;”Erika and I soaking in some vitamin D/span/divdiv style=”text-align: center;”span class=”Apple-style-span” style=”font-weight: bold;”br //span/divdivOur two interval days were by far the worst weather- which was a little ironic.  Nicely enough we were thinking about going hard, so we were forgetting about the winds that you would occasionally need to duck down in order to keep yourself from blowing over, or the rain that seemed to soak you to the core within the first five minutes on snow. But at the end of the workout you always came in feeling like one hard core bad-ass! Our coach Erik was constantly reminding us these are the days that make the champions./divdiv style=”text-align: left;”br //diva onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4L_01UOs1s/TD45TuVjp9I/AAAAAAAAAYY/IMuufFBvEug/s1600/DSC05943.JPG”img src=”http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4L_01UOs1s/TD45TuVjp9I/AAAAAAAAAYY/IMuufFBvEug/s320/DSC05943.JPG” border=”0″ alt=”” id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493891606457329618″ style=”display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; ” //adiv style=”text-align: center;”span class=”Apple-style-span” style=”font-weight: bold;”Amazing trails- thanks to Casey’s bomb grooming!/span/divdivbr //divdivThe 16 athletes and the two coaches lived in this little house perched on the side of the glacier, right on the top of a huge cliff down to Girdwood. Living conditions are great up there./divdiv style=”text-align: left;”br //divdiv style=”text-align: left;”br //diva onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4L_01UOs1s/TD458H4dCLI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ufDjH3NNf28/s1600/DSC05907.JPG”img src=”http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4L_01UOs1s/TD458H4dCLI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ufDjH3NNf28/s320/DSC05907.JPG” border=”0″ alt=”” id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493892300509350066″ style=”display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; ” //adiv style=”text-align: center;”span class=”Apple-style-span” style=”font-weight: bold;”Eagle Glacier Holiday Inn and Suites/span/divdiv style=”text-align: center;”span class=”Apple-style-span” style=”font-weight: bold;”br //span/divdiv Plenty of drinking water, plenty of food, plenty of books and movies, and plenty of heat. The house has this sweet drying room set up where you hang your boots and all your clothes right when you walk in the door- and then everywhere else in the house stays dry and warm. /divdiv style=”text-align: left;”br //diva onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l4L_01UOs1s/TD448_uBYtI/AAAAAAAAAXw/wx3ligOKUto/s1600/DSC05926.JPG”img src=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l4L_01UOs1s/TD448_uBYtI/AAAAAAAAAXw/wx3ligOKUto/s320/DSC05926.JPG” border=”0″ alt=”” id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493891215986352850″ style=”display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; ” //adiv style=”text-align: center;”span class=”Apple-style-span” style=”font-weight: bold;”brilliant drying system in the entry way filled with clothes and boots./span/divdiv style=”text-align: center;”span class=”Apple-style-span” style=”font-weight: bold;”br //span/divdivThe upstairs has a bunch of bunk rooms that everyone lives in and then this little strength area where we knocked off some dead lift, squats and pull-ups halfway through the week. We spent a lot of time in those bunk rooms- sleeping 10 hours a night and 2 hour naps in the day./divdivspan class=”Apple-style-span” style=”font-weight: bold;”br //span/diva onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4L_01UOs1s/TD45BS_sKhI/AAAAAAAAAX4/YLfSh10uvlI/s1600/DSC05927.JPG”img src=”http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4L_01UOs1s/TD45BS_sKhI/AAAAAAAAAX4/YLfSh10uvlI/s320/DSC05927.JPG” border=”0″ alt=”” id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493891289880209938″ style=”display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; ” //adiv style=”text-align: center;”span class=”Apple-style-span” style=”font-weight: bold; “my bunk room- we do make our beds sometimes/spanbr //divdiv style=”text-align: center;”span class=”Apple-style-span” style=”font-weight: bold;”br //span/diva onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l4L_01UOs1s/TD45GElKXoI/AAAAAAAAAYA/nEEU5v_Ksyw/s1600/DSC05929.JPG”img src=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l4L_01UOs1s/TD45GElKXoI/AAAAAAAAAYA/nEEU5v_Ksyw/s320/DSC05929.JPG” border=”0″ alt=”” id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493891371910192770″ style=”display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; ” //adiv style=”text-align: center;”span class=”Apple-style-span” style=”font-weight: bold; “Our weight room designed for keeping up on the beach muscles!/spanbr //divdiv style=”text-align: center;”span class=”Apple-style-span” style=”font-weight: bold;”br //span/divdivOne thing you have to get used to is sleeping in the light though. Perched on the top of a glacier in Alaska means it never gets dark at night! /divdivbr //diva onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l4L_01UOs1s/TD442oFpCpI/AAAAAAAAAXo/y3cQf2P89ew/s1600/DSC05924.JPG”img src=”http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l4L_01UOs1s/TD442oFpCpI/AAAAAAAAAXo/y3cQf2P89ew/s320/DSC05924.JPG” border=”0″ alt=”” id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493891106563754642″ style=”display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; ” //adiv style=”text-align: center;”span class=”Apple-style-span” style=”font-weight: bold; “10 PM on our roof. Too excited about the blue sky to go to bed!/spanbr //divdivbr //divdivI have never realized how lucky it is to ski during the summer. It is just a nice way to break up all your dryland training and rollerskiing as well as keeping a constant check on your winter skiing technique. Erik spent a lot of time going over technique videos as well as filming out on the snow and reviewing during the day./divdivbr //diva onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l4L_01UOs1s/TD45b-LcRwI/AAAAAAAAAYo/2d6O6UxnzSY/s1600/DSC05950.JPG”img src=”http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l4L_01UOs1s/TD45b-LcRwI/AAAAAAAAAYo/2d6O6UxnzSY/s320/DSC05950.JPG” border=”0″ alt=”” id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493891748148823810″ style=”display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; ” //adivspan class=”Apple-style-span” style=”font-weight: bold; “Erik working with other new team member, Reese Hanneman during training./spanbr //divdivspan class=”Apple-style-span” style=”font-weight: bold;”br //span/divdiv I have never seen two people work their butts off so hard in my life. The coaches, Erik and Casey, were constantly on the run grooming, hauling gear around the glacier, talking with athletes, and fixing everything so everyone was comfortable. It was amazing to see how hard they worked, and how much fun they had doing it. Super great!/divdiv style=”text-align: center;”br //diva onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l4L_01UOs1s/TD44uL1GFII/AAAAAAAAAXY/G40Bfs-pBKc/s1600/DSC05908.JPG”img src=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l4L_01UOs1s/TD44uL1GFII/AAAAAAAAAXY/G40Bfs-pBKc/s320/DSC05908.JPG” border=”0″ alt=”” id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493890961539208322″ style=”display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; ” //adiv style=”text-align: center;”span class=”Apple-style-span” style=”font-weight: bold; “Klister, Klister and more Klister. Everything in this little waxroom is sticky!/spanbr //divdiv style=”text-align: center;”span class=”Apple-style-span” style=”font-weight: bold;”br //span/diva onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l4L_01UOs1s/TD45XvwEFmI/AAAAAAAAAYg/cMFTVB8ufPk/s1600/DSC05942.JPG”img src=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l4L_01UOs1s/TD45XvwEFmI/AAAAAAAAAYg/cMFTVB8ufPk/s320/DSC05942.JPG” border=”0″ alt=”” id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493891675556419170″ style=”display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; ” //adiv style=”text-align: center;”span class=”Apple-style-span” style=”font-weight: bold; “Patrick Johnson busting out the kilometers- on average I think he passed me three times a day!/spanbr //divdivbr //divdivI am back in Anchorage training now for three weeks before I head up to the Glacier again for my last camp of the summer. Looks like I will be participating in the Alaska REG uphill time trial this friday so check for more updates. I have added some photos from the glacier- but more to come! I only took out my camera on the nice days- so don’t let it fool you :)/div/div/spandiv class=”blogger-post-footer”img width=’1′ height=’1′ src=’https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2018521813175454198-6075128735702448731?l=sadiebjornsen.blogspot.com’ alt=” //div

  • Endurance Strength and Technique Work

    Today we tried approaching our double poling from a different angle. We worked on rolling our hips forward and trying to stay light on our feet. Our basic workout was our standard Weston d-pole workout, we just tried a new mind set. Everyone is different and we like to approach things in a variety of ways to find what seems to work for each person.br /a onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2SCM3lmKm8/TDy7_mg_Q1I/AAAAAAAADQI/qe_x25rdz2c/s1600/IMG_5290.JPG”img style=”display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 190px;” src=”http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2SCM3lmKm8/TDy7_mg_Q1I/AAAAAAAADQI/qe_x25rdz2c/s400/IMG_5290.JPG” border=”0″ alt=””id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493472346830226258″ //aSome of the boys enjoying the cooler weather.br /a onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2SCM3lmKm8/TDy7ixbcrlI/AAAAAAAADQA/pmuwYe_bVyc/s1600/IMG_5295.JPG”img style=”display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;” src=”http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2SCM3lmKm8/TDy7ixbcrlI/AAAAAAAADQA/pmuwYe_bVyc/s400/IMG_5295.JPG” border=”0″ alt=””id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493471851543572050″ //aAs always, you can click on any picture to enlarge it.br /a onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2SCM3lmKm8/TDy6qYOt-fI/AAAAAAAADP4/uU42H9zQMUs/s1600/IMG_5300.JPG”img style=”display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;” src=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2SCM3lmKm8/TDy6qYOt-fI/AAAAAAAADP4/uU42H9zQMUs/s400/IMG_5300.JPG” border=”0″ alt=””id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493470882706618866″ //aAfter the 6 km warm-up, the girls get their instructions for the next section.br /a onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2SCM3lmKm8/TDy5xBhsAkI/AAAAAAAADPw/k4qElu9kXlY/s1600/IMG_5305.JPG”img style=”display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;” src=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2SCM3lmKm8/TDy5xBhsAkI/AAAAAAAADPw/k4qElu9kXlY/s400/IMG_5305.JPG” border=”0″ alt=””id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493469897359622722″ //aHallie has not skied as much as the rest of the crew. She needs to put in extra time with basic balance drills so that she will be comfortable floating on each foot.br /a onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2SCM3lmKm8/TDy5JQZjBOI/AAAAAAAADPo/2fyvsPfoQFE/s1600/IMG_5314.JPG”img style=”display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 231px;” src=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2SCM3lmKm8/TDy5JQZjBOI/AAAAAAAADPo/2fyvsPfoQFE/s400/IMG_5314.JPG” border=”0″ alt=””id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493469214157243618″ //aEveryone is working on specific strength. Each week we do a little more.br /a onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2SCM3lmKm8/TDy4TQUlbfI/AAAAAAAADPg/kI6bjP6oceo/s1600/IMG_5317.JPG”img style=”display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;” src=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2SCM3lmKm8/TDy4TQUlbfI/AAAAAAAADPg/kI6bjP6oceo/s400/IMG_5317.JPG” border=”0″ alt=””id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493468286423494130″ //aPoppet works with Issy on getting a quicker and more dynamic kick. You can see that her basic body position is quite good, but she is flicking her back foot.br /a onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2SCM3lmKm8/TDy3W63vyJI/AAAAAAAADPY/QFhNJoAG8oo/s1600/IMG_5327.JPG”img style=”display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;” src=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2SCM3lmKm8/TDy3W63vyJI/AAAAAAAADPY/QFhNJoAG8oo/s400/IMG_5327.JPG” border=”0″ alt=””id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493467249873242258″ //aToday we went 3X7 minutes single sticking up the hill. Here you can see Keely collapsing her elbow (a couple of more sessions and she will be able to fix that).br /No big secrets…just keep getting fitter, stronger and better technically!div class=”blogger-post-footer”img width=’1′ height=’1′ src=’https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680416899705879324-6138355590951410627?l=smsxc.blogspot.com’ alt=” //div

  • Tour de Northwest

    a onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy8LpbgYOag/TDze-SERsSI/AAAAAAAAAWY/SI5I6WRDrq0/s1600/tourfans.jpg”img style=”display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 134px;” src=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy8LpbgYOag/TDze-SERsSI/AAAAAAAAAWY/SI5I6WRDrq0/s400/tourfans.jpg” border=”0″ alt=””id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493510807068193058″ //abr /It’s July. And in the tradition of the 97th edition of the Tour de France, I’ve spent my last days out on the roads with no two days alike.br /br /a onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy8LpbgYOag/TDze_LEjGTI/AAAAAAAAAWg/z3GmFYf-CnA/s1600/email_astoria_riverview.jpg”img style=”display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 76px;” src=”http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy8LpbgYOag/TDze_LEjGTI/AAAAAAAAAWg/z3GmFYf-CnA/s400/email_astoria_riverview.jpg” border=”0″ alt=””id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493510822370154802″ //abr /First, I left Bend for Portland; then the City of Roses gave way to the port town of Astoria, Oregon.br /br /a onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy8LpbgYOag/TDze_U1HqAI/AAAAAAAAAWo/uhMy2yRhgY8/s1600/email_bettina_manzanita1.jpg”img style=”display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;” src=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy8LpbgYOag/TDze_U1HqAI/AAAAAAAAAWo/uhMy2yRhgY8/s400/email_bettina_manzanita1.jpg” border=”0″ alt=””id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493510824989796354″ //abr /My gypsy in arms came all the way from across the Atlantic to take in America, experience the 4th of July and to touch the Pacific for the first time. Forget Swatch watches or Swiss chocolate, this is the finest of Schweiz’s imports. br /br /br /a onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy8LpbgYOag/TDze_-aJvyI/AAAAAAAAAWw/dtG9zbWvTDQ/s1600/IMG_1982.jpg”img style=”display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;” src=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy8LpbgYOag/TDze_-aJvyI/AAAAAAAAAWw/dtG9zbWvTDQ/s400/IMG_1982.jpg” border=”0″ alt=””id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493510836150976290″ //abr /Just as this tour came to end, so soon shall my time in Bend. Next week I load up the truck for good, leave the House of Fun solely in the hands of Decker and Lieto, and trade it in for some quality time up in the north country. Before arriving in Mazama I have one more stopover, though. I’ve been invited to lend a hand coaching the young up-and-comers at the PNSA ski camp at Trout Lake, Washington next week.div class=”blogger-post-footer”img width=’1′ height=’1′ src=’https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691525267872963085-5756622057748743015?l=in-the-arena-torin.blogspot.com’ alt=” //div

  • Summer Camp Photos and Such

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  • Meet the New Kids: Part 1

    a onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2SCM3lmKm8/TDyMCUMhs5I/AAAAAAAADPQ/sqB9xmy2Aj0/s1600/IMG_5307.JPG”img style=”display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;” src=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2SCM3lmKm8/TDyMCUMhs5I/AAAAAAAADPQ/sqB9xmy2Aj0/s400/IMG_5307.JPG” border=”0″ alt=””id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493419616894038930″ //abr /This is Tess Braddish. She lives in Peru and has been part of the West River nordic team. She will be a 9th grader and a 2nd year J3. Tess enjoys barefoot walks on the beach, Mozart and chili dogs. She loves her new roller skis and plans to start road biking soon. Welcome Tess!div class=”blogger-post-footer”img width=’1′ height=’1′ src=’https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4680416899705879324-5900905701421398634?l=smsxc.blogspot.com’ alt=” //div

  • ending the cycle

    This last surgery was probably the toughest yet… it was definately the most painful. I woke up in the recovery room in extreme pain (I’m talking saw your leg off with a salty dull butterknife type of pain), so they kept giving me painkiller after painkiller. it was doing nothing, so they gave me a heavy dose of something very very strong… the pain finally subsided, but I was so drugged I was forgetting to breathe and I was constantly setting off the ’she’s not breathing alarm’. So by the time I came out of that haze enough to breathe the pain was creaping back into my conciousness, but I had been in recovery for 2 1/2 hours so it was time for me to go to my hospital room… by the time I arrived at my room I was in tears again from the pain. Another game of trying to get ahead of the pain with a bunch of drugs, but after 2 hours of trying with no avail; I got hooked up to a morphine pump. Finally I was able to dull the pain! The rest of the day and night was a blur of sleeping and waking up to press the morphine button… untill the next morning when I threw up. So more drugs (anti-nausea this time), and after a several hour nap my stomach started feeling a bit better, but I was still not in good shape and it was starting to look like I was going to be spending another night in the hospital. I probably should have, but I am stubborn and I just REALLY wanted to go home, so I ended up leaving at about 5pm. The last 20 minutes of the hour long drive back home I was in tears, the bumps in the road were too much…
    But now its been almost 2 weeks and I’m doing much better, I still have a lot of recovering to do but I’m definately making steps in the right direction. This morning I didn’t wake up because my leg was killing me! Yay!!
    4 surgeries in a 5 month period is extremely mentally and emotionally challenging. But the good news is that was (knock on wood) my LAST surgery and I can start to move on with my life!

  • ending the cycle

    This last surgery was probably the toughest yet… it was definately the most painful. I woke up in the recovery room in extreme pain (I’m talking saw your leg off with a salty dull butterknife type of pain), so they kept giving me painkiller after painkiller. it was doing nothing, so they gave me a heavy dose of something very very strong… the pain finally subsided, but I was so drugged I was forgetting to breathe and I was constantly setting off the ’she’s not breathing alarm’. So by the time I came out of that haze enough to breathe the pain was creaping back into my conciousness, but I had been in recovery for 2 1/2 hours so it was time for me to go to my hospital room… by the time I arrived at my room I was in tears again from the pain. Another game of trying to get ahead of the pain with a bunch of drugs, but after 2 hours of trying with no avail; I got hooked up to a morphine pump. Finally I was able to dull the pain! The rest of the day and night was a blur of sleeping and waking up to press the morphine button… untill the next morning when I threw up. So more drugs (anti-nausea this time), and after a several hour nap my stomach started feeling a bit better, but I was still not in good shape and it was starting to look like I was going to be spending another night in the hospital. I probably should have, but I am stubborn and I just REALLY wanted to go home, so I ended up leaving at about 5pm. The last 20 minutes of the hour long drive back home I was in tears, the bumps in the road were too much…
    But now its been almost 2 weeks and I’m doing much better, I still have a lot of recovering to do but I’m definately making steps in the right direction. This morning I didn’t wake up because my leg was killing me! Yay!!
    4 surgeries in a 5 month period is extremely mentally and emotionally challenging. But the good news is that was (knock on wood) my LAST surgery and I can start to move on with my life!

  • ending the cycle

    This last surgery was probably the toughest yet… it was definately the most painful. I woke up in the recovery room in extreme pain (I’m talking saw your leg off with a salty dull butterknife type of pain), so they kept giving me painkiller after painkiller. it was doing nothing, so they gave me a heavy dose of something very very strong… the pain finally subsided, but I was so drugged I was forgetting to breathe and I was constantly setting off the ’she’s not breathing alarm’. So by the time I came out of that haze enough to breathe the pain was creaping back into my conciousness, but I had been in recovery for 2 1/2 hours so it was time for me to go to my hospital room… by the time I arrived at my room I was in tears again from the pain. Another game of trying to get ahead of the pain with a bunch of drugs, but after 2 hours of trying with no avail; I got hooked up to a morphine pump. Finally I was able to dull the pain! The rest of the day and night was a blur of sleeping and waking up to press the morphine button… untill the next morning when I threw up. So more drugs (anti-nausea this time), and after a several hour nap my stomach started feeling a bit better, but I was still not in good shape and it was starting to look like I was going to be spending another night in the hospital. I probably should have, but I am stubborn and I just REALLY wanted to go home, so I ended up leaving at about 5pm. The last 20 minutes of the hour long drive back home I was in tears, the bumps in the road were too much…
    But now its been almost 2 weeks and I’m doing much better, I still have a lot of recovering to do but I’m definately making steps in the right direction. This morning I didn’t wake up because my leg was killing me! Yay!!
    4 surgeries in a 5 month period is extremely mentally and emotionally challenging. But the good news is that was (knock on wood) my LAST surgery and I can start to move on with my life!

  • ending the cycle

    This last surgery was probably the toughest yet… it was definately the most painful. I woke up in the recovery room in extreme pain (I’m talking saw your leg off with a salty dull butterknife type of pain), so they kept giving me painkiller after painkiller. it was doing nothing, so they gave me a heavy dose of something very very strong… the pain finally subsided, but I was so drugged I was forgetting to breathe and I was constantly setting off the ’she’s not breathing alarm’. So by the time I came out of that haze enough to breathe the pain was creaping back into my conciousness, but I had been in recovery for 2 1/2 hours so it was time for me to go to my hospital room… by the time I arrived at my room I was in tears again from the pain. Another game of trying to get ahead of the pain with a bunch of drugs, but after 2 hours of trying with no avail; I got hooked up to a morphine pump. Finally I was able to dull the pain! The rest of the day and night was a blur of sleeping and waking up to press the morphine button… untill the next morning when I threw up. So more drugs (anti-nausea this time), and after a several hour nap my stomach started feeling a bit better, but I was still not in good shape and it was starting to look like I was going to be spending another night in the hospital. I probably should have, but I am stubborn and I just REALLY wanted to go home, so I ended up leaving at about 5pm. The last 20 minutes of the hour long drive back home I was in tears, the bumps in the road were too much…
    But now its been almost 2 weeks and I’m doing much better, I still have a lot of recovering to do but I’m definately making steps in the right direction. This morning I didn’t wake up because my leg was killing me! Yay!!
    4 surgeries in a 5 month period is extremely mentally and emotionally challenging. But the good news is that was (knock on wood) my LAST surgery and I can start to move on with my life!

  • Valley Fair

    ‘We are going to Valley Fair!’ The kids have been talking about it since April. The weather was beautiful and everyone was up early for the big ‘Club Trip of the Month.’ Over 40 kids packed into the school bus at 6:45am for the drive to Minnesota’s best amusement park Valley Fair.

    Shana, Michela, Paige, Soriah, Kiera, and Brandon up early and exited for the trip. It is a long 4 hours on the bus to Valley Fair when you have so much energy. Thankfully my brother Chad helped provide me with plenty of riddles and car games to keep everyone thinking throughout the trip.

    Cheyenne, Shaylena and Aaron ready to get wet on the log ride

    My group The Blue Eagles spent most of our time on the water rides and in the water park. My clothes were soaked after the first ride and pretty much stayed that way until we loaded back on the bus.


    Valley Fair is Fun, but now I am tired. The entire bus pretty much took a quick nap before it was time to stop at McDonalds for dinner and a game of tag.

  • I Love the 90’s

    Pretty much every summer I’ve ever participated in has included some heat wave that always seems to be the hottest weather I’ve ever experienced or tried to train in.  I think that we’ve now finished ours for the year (or at least I hope so).  Last week it was low 90’s every day here with lots of sun and a lot of humidity with no rain.  Here’s a few highlights from the week:

    Drips coming off my helmet after literally every pole stroke as I rollerski.

    Falling asleep while sweating.

    Swimming workouts.

    Dehydration and sunburns (not for me, for other people.  Don’t worry Mom and Dad-I used my sunscreen).

    Trying to do workouts before breakfast and after dinner only to find it’s no nicer even then.

    Running out of ice cubes by 9am every morning.

    Taking a cold shower and not making it back to my room before the dripping water turns to sweat.

    Eating salad for dinner because it’s too hot to eat anything else.

    Taking a kayak out to the middle of the lake so I could flip it, climb on top, and dive deep, where the cold water lives.

    Hearing someone announce, every day, that tomorrow is supposed to be the worst of it.

    Wishing we weren’t a green team so we could get an air conditioner.

    Bellyflops in the lake before and after every meal and workout.

    And finally:

    Watching Sister Act with Pat (who was sleeping in the basement) late at night hoping my room would be habitable by the end (it wasn’t).

    So, enjoy the heat and sun.  Or don’t.  I’m trying to enjoy it, because in 3 and a half months I’m going to be in Finland, where they have neither.

  • Goats

    That’s right.  Dogs: yes, but a pair of goats?  I’d never been chased by a goat during a roller ski until yesterday.  In fact, when I first saw the goats I thought they were two huge dogs chasing my teammate Eric down the road.  When we caught up to them, they started chasing us too!  They kept running ahead of us and trying to corner us.  They made it about a mile from their farm.  Eventually, they got bored and started eating foliage on the trees nearby and left us alone.  What’s the craziest thing you’ve been chased by during a workout?

  • Busy Time Of Year.

    To put it mildly the summer is super busy. It seems as though there are commitments everyday of the week, this week, next week, last week, every week. It sounds funny and maybe crazy but to be good really good you have to make a commitment a commitment to get better each and everyday!

    (Warm-Up obstacle course)
    The summer though seems to try to add other commitments vacations, weddings, late nights, and all the things that seem to happen over the summer. I guess it is a good thing in some ways since we compete over the winter when everyone else seems to go in to hibernation. For the most part everyone has been dealing well with all of the commitments and some even seeming to excel. For some the commitment may be only 3 days a week when we meet as a group for others it might be 7 days a week. It seems as though the entire U.S is stepping up it’s game and in by doing so there are a lot of opportunities to share your commitment with others.
    (Dinner at Charlie’s on our way to Craftsbury Salmon, Venison, and Caribou!!)
    Most recently I had the opportunity to attend the NENSA REG Camp in Craftsbury Vermont. It was an amazing opportunity, and i’m glad that they extended it to include some of us from Mid-A. Not only was I able to be a part of the camp but so were three athletes Reed Likly, Elizabeth Izzo, and Charlie Bencze. Everything at the camp was amazing the coaches, the athletes, the accomidations, the weather, I mean everything. I have been to a lot of camps as both a coach and and as an athlete and this was without a doubt the best. It is not a surprise that New England has brought home the Alaskan Cup the last couple of years and that they are also well represented on the USST. There is a level that has been set in New England and everyone is trying to get to that level. Pretty sick stuff !! A big thank you to NENSA for letting us take part. For more on the camp check out http://www.nensa.net/index.html For more info on Craftsbury and the Green Racing Team check out http://www.craftsbury.com/skiing/nordic_center/home.htm
    (The NENSA REG CAMP)
    This week some of the R.N.R gang has invaded the OTC in Lake Placid for the NYSEF camp. They will be home next weekend and on Thursday a bunch of will be leaving for New Paltz for another camp! Three Camps in less than a month! Commitment!!
    On a side note I recently drove out to Oklahoma City with my dad to pick up his new Stratos Bass Boat. It was a 20hr trip one way from the HF. We left Friday morning at 9am and I was back here Sunday at 1:00pm. We even stopped at my Grandmothers for breakfast Sunday Morning! I got to see some cool things along the way. The St. Louis Arch, Busch Stadium, Lucas Oil Stadium, and above all other the World Headquarters for Bass Pro in Springfield Missouri. Most of you know how much of a country guy I am and it was like heaven on earth. We only got to stop for about an hour so I need to go back for sure. You could spend a week in that place and not get see everything. Pretty sweet place.
    Keep it real and keep the commitment going! I’m off the practice !
    (It’s hot here in NY as well)
  • Busy Time Of Year.

    To put it mildly the summer is super busy. It seems as though there are commitments everyday of the week, this week, next week, last week, every week. It sounds funny and maybe crazy but to be good really good you have to make a commitment a commitment to get better each and everyday!

    (Warm-Up obstacle course)
    The summer though seems to try to add other commitments vacations, weddings, late nights, and all the things that seem to happen over the summer. I guess it is a good thing in some ways since we compete over the winter when everyone else seems to go in to hibernation. For the most part everyone has been dealing well with all of the commitments and some even seeming to excel. For some the commitment may be only 3 days a week when we meet as a group for others it might be 7 days a week. It seems as though the entire U.S is stepping up it’s game and in by doing so there are a lot of opportunities to share your commitment with others.
    (Dinner at Charlie’s on our way to Craftsbury Salmon, Venison, and Caribou!!)
    Most recently I had the opportunity to attend the NENSA REG Camp in Craftsbury Vermont. It was an amazing opportunity, and i’m glad that they extended it to include some of us from Mid-A. Not only was I able to be a part of the camp but so were three athletes Reed Likly, Elizabeth Izzo, and Charlie Bencze. Everything at the camp was amazing the coaches, the athletes, the accomidations, the weather, I mean everything. I have been to a lot of camps as both a coach and and as an athlete and this was without a doubt the best. It is not a surprise that New England has brought home the Alaskan Cup the last couple of years and that they are also well represented on the USST. There is a level that has been set in New England and everyone is trying to get to that level. Pretty sick stuff !! A big thank you to NENSA for letting us take part. For more on the camp check out http://www.nensa.net/index.html For more info on Craftsbury and the Green Racing Team check out http://www.craftsbury.com/skiing/nordic_center/home.htm
    (The NENSA REG CAMP)
    This week some of the R.N.R gang has invaded the OTC in Lake Placid for the NYSEF camp. They will be home next weekend and on Thursday a bunch of will be leaving for New Paltz for another camp! Three Camps in less than a month! Commitment!!
    On a side note I recently drove out to Oklahoma City with my dad to pick up his new Stratos Bass Boat. It was a 20hr trip one way from the HF. We left Friday morning at 9am and I was back here Sunday at 1:00pm. We even stopped at my Grandmothers for breakfast Sunday Morning! I got to see some cool things along the way. The St. Louis Arch, Busch Stadium, Lucas Oil Stadium, and above all other the World Headquarters for Bass Pro in Springfield Missouri. Most of you know how much of a country guy I am and it was like heaven on earth. We only got to stop for about an hour so I need to go back for sure. You could spend a week in that place and not get see everything. Pretty sweet place.
    Keep it real and keep the commitment going! I’m off the practice !
    (It’s hot here in NY as well)
  • Busy Time Of Year.

    To put it mildly the summer is super busy. It seems as though there are commitments everyday of the week, this week, next week, last week, every week. It sounds funny and maybe crazy but to be good really good you have to make a commitment a commitment to get better each and everyday!

    (Warm-Up obstacle course)
    The summer though seems to try to add other commitments vacations, weddings, late nights, and all the things that seem to happen over the summer. I guess it is a good thing in some ways since we compete over the winter when everyone else seems to go in to hibernation. For the most part everyone has been dealing well with all of the commitments and some even seeming to excel. For some the commitment may be only 3 days a week when we meet as a group for others it might be 7 days a week. It seems as though the entire U.S is stepping up it’s game and in by doing so there are a lot of opportunities to share your commitment with others.
    (Dinner at Charlie’s on our way to Craftsbury Salmon, Venison, and Caribou!!)
    Most recently I had the opportunity to attend the NENSA REG Camp in Craftsbury Vermont. It was an amazing opportunity, and i’m glad that they extended it to include some of us from Mid-A. Not only was I able to be a part of the camp but so were three athletes Reed Likly, Elizabeth Izzo, and Charlie Bencze. Everything at the camp was amazing the coaches, the athletes, the accomidations, the weather, I mean everything. I have been to a lot of camps as both a coach and and as an athlete and this was without a doubt the best. It is not a surprise that New England has brought home the Alaskan Cup the last couple of years and that they are also well represented on the USST. There is a level that has been set in New England and everyone is trying to get to that level. Pretty sick stuff !! A big thank you to NENSA for letting us take part. For more on the camp check out http://www.nensa.net/index.html For more info on Craftsbury and the Green Racing Team check out http://www.craftsbury.com/skiing/nordic_center/home.htm
    (The NENSA REG CAMP)
    This week some of the R.N.R gang has invaded the OTC in Lake Placid for the NYSEF camp. They will be home next weekend and on Thursday a bunch of will be leaving for New Paltz for another camp! Three Camps in less than a month! Commitment!!
    On a side note I recently drove out to Oklahoma City with my dad to pick up his new Stratos Bass Boat. It was a 20hr trip one way from the HF. We left Friday morning at 9am and I was back here Sunday at 1:00pm. We even stopped at my Grandmothers for breakfast Sunday Morning! I got to see some cool things along the way. The St. Louis Arch, Busch Stadium, Lucas Oil Stadium, and above all other the World Headquarters for Bass Pro in Springfield Missouri. Most of you know how much of a country guy I am and it was like heaven on earth. We only got to stop for about an hour so I need to go back for sure. You could spend a week in that place and not get see everything. Pretty sweet place.
    Keep it real and keep the commitment going! I’m off the practice !
    (It’s hot here in NY as well)
  • Busy Time Of Year.

    To put it mildly the summer is super busy. It seems as though there are commitments everyday of the week, this week, next week, last week, every week. It sounds funny and maybe crazy but to be good really good you have to make a commitment a commitment to get better each and everyday!

    (Warm-Up obstacle course)
    The summer though seems to try to add other commitments vacations, weddings, late nights, and all the things that seem to happen over the summer. I guess it is a good thing in some ways since we compete over the winter when everyone else seems to go in to hibernation. For the most part everyone has been dealing well with all of the commitments and some even seeming to excel. For some the commitment may be only 3 days a week when we meet as a group for others it might be 7 days a week. It seems as though the entire U.S is stepping up it’s game and in by doing so there are a lot of opportunities to share your commitment with others.
    (Dinner at Charlie’s on our way to Craftsbury Salmon, Venison, and Caribou!!)
    Most recently I had the opportunity to attend the NENSA REG Camp in Craftsbury Vermont. It was an amazing opportunity, and i’m glad that they extended it to include some of us from Mid-A. Not only was I able to be a part of the camp but so were three athletes Reed Likly, Elizabeth Izzo, and Charlie Bencze. Everything at the camp was amazing the coaches, the athletes, the accomidations, the weather, I mean everything. I have been to a lot of camps as both a coach and and as an athlete and this was without a doubt the best. It is not a surprise that New England has brought home the Alaskan Cup the last couple of years and that they are also well represented on the USST. There is a level that has been set in New England and everyone is trying to get to that level. Pretty sick stuff !! A big thank you to NENSA for letting us take part. For more on the camp check out http://www.nensa.net/index.html For more info on Craftsbury and the Green Racing Team check out http://www.craftsbury.com/skiing/nordic_center/home.htm
    (The NENSA REG CAMP)
    This week some of the R.N.R gang has invaded the OTC in Lake Placid for the NYSEF camp. They will be home next weekend and on Thursday a bunch of will be leaving for New Paltz for another camp! Three Camps in less than a month! Commitment!!
    On a side note I recently drove out to Oklahoma City with my dad to pick up his new Stratos Bass Boat. It was a 20hr trip one way from the HF. We left Friday morning at 9am and I was back here Sunday at 1:00pm. We even stopped at my Grandmothers for breakfast Sunday Morning! I got to see some cool things along the way. The St. Louis Arch, Busch Stadium, Lucas Oil Stadium, and above all other the World Headquarters for Bass Pro in Springfield Missouri. Most of you know how much of a country guy I am and it was like heaven on earth. We only got to stop for about an hour so I need to go back for sure. You could spend a week in that place and not get see everything. Pretty sweet place.
    Keep it real and keep the commitment going! I’m off the practice !
    (It’s hot here in NY as well)
  • Local athlete grant due this Friday!

    The bspan class=”Apple-style-span” style=”color:#CC0000;”Uihlein-Ironman Sports Fund athlete grant/span/b is due this Friday the 16th, either by mail or email, to the Adirondack Community Trust.divbr //divdiv

  • Athlete Similarity

    This idea comes from a similar sort of game that baseball stat heads play.  The idea is to match up similar athletes based upon their performances.  In baseball, we’d look at a whole slew of statistics for some current player’s career and then scan through the historical records and find other players who had similar careers (at least, where they overlap in terms of age).

    Obviously, there’s a whole heck of a lot more information floating around about baseball players than skiers, so we shouldn’t have very high expectations.  But as I’ll demonstrate, we can actually create something that works ok.

    First, the obvious stuff.  I’m going to measure similarity in sprint and distance events separately.  Most of my time getting this to work sensibly was spent trying different ways of measuring how “similar” two athletes’ results are.  There are tons of ways to do this, but what I settled on works pretty well.

    I’ll walk through the process using an example.  Let’s take the Japanese skier Sumiko Yokoyama.  She’s primarily done distance events, so we’ll only look for skiers who are similar in that respect.  Why her?  Well, no reason in particular, except that she’s had a long career with a bunch of races, so it’s a fairly easy case to start with.<1

    So here’s Yokoyama’s distance results from major international events (WC, OWG and WSC):

    I wasted a ton of time brainstorming all sorts of features of a skier’s career to include in my similarity measure: averaging things by season, counting the number of results at various levels, blah blah blah.

    Waste of time.

    Instead, I decided to convert a skier’s result graph, as shown above, into a 2-d density estimate:

    Now, hopefully I haven’t lost too many of you already.  Every single one of you has seen a graph like this.  It’s called a topo map.  So the colors are darker where the points in the first graph are denser.

    Why do this?  Well, this second plot is really just a matrix of values (like a topo map!).  Each pixel has a number associated with it that tells us how dark to color that pixel.  The topo map analogy would just be elevation.  To compare two athletes, all I need to do is subtract their images from each other, pixel by pixel.

    The beauty of this is that it automatically incorporates every single data point.  Collapsing someone’s career down to arbitrarily defined variables will always miss stuff, and it’s just a headache.

    The basic idea is to scan through athletes looking for skiers who’s 2-d density looks like the one above.  Now, there are a lot of skiers around, and at the moment I haven’t put too much energy into coding this in a speedy fashion<2.  So I actually do a tiny bit of pruning of the potential candidates using some crude measures.  Mainly I’m just tossing people who are really really different using a simpler, faster measure.  This means I generally only need to scan through ~100-200 athletes instead of 1000.

    So let’s see how well this works.  The graph below is the FIS points vs. age plots for Yokoyama and her eight “most similar” athletes, in no particular order (click through for larger version):

    Not bad, if you ask me.  For a somewhat different look, here’s a single plot with a trend line for each athlete:

    All roughly similar, I’d say.

    Neat!

    Obviously, I’ve chosen an example skier with a long career and a ton of races.  Finding athletes similar to, say, Liz Stephen, isn’t going to work nearly so well.  Garbage in, garbage out, as they say<3.  On the other hand, on a technical level, this method does work with small amounts of data.  It will simply find athletes who are similar primarily over the portions of their careers where they overlap.  So if you take a skier who’s got 3 years of results, my method will find skiers who had similar results during that age range.

    Baseball geeks use this kind of stuff to make projections about player’s career: i.e. Joe Mauer is really similar to some collection of guys from the 1970′s or something, so he’s likely to have a similar career.

    I don’t particularly have that level of confidence, to make those kinds of projections.  But I’ll show you the results for various skiers in future posts, just cause I still think this is super cool.


    1. Yeah, I’m making my method look good here.  I’ll talk about when it doesn’t work in a bit. <↩
    2. Actually, calculating 2-d density estimates is just notoriously slow, no matter what you do.  So it’s not entirely my fault. <↩
    3. Liz Stephen isn’t garbage.  Small data sets are garbage.  You know what I mean. <↩