Category: XCFeeds

A collection of live feeds from cross-country ski blogs around the web.
  • A Day Off

    In the Piazzo d’Oro cafe on the edge of the Liberec town plaza the overlaying of Eastern European history and the lycra-clad world of skiing makes an odd juxtaposition. Directly outside my cafe window looms the elaborate stone facade of the Liberec town hall, built in 1888-93. As my gaze travels from the copper spires, green with time, down to street level, the current World Championship event demands acknowledgement. A large “Liberec 2009” banner plasters a short temporary fence in front of the building and neon-coated security guards stand in pairs shifting their weight from foot to foot and taking purposeless steps.

    Slightly out of view to my right is a large screen showing the day’s events in real-time. Green plants, feeling defected about the persistent snow and mythical sun, obscure my view of the temporary stage where they award the coveted FIS snowflakes. I don’t need to see it to be reminded of all it represents– the years of training, broken down into months, weeks, hours, and minutes of our lives dedicated to a pursuit and a passion that’s difficult to justify.

    Further down the plaza is a temporary building housing the official “Liberec 2009” merchandise, chintzy hats and t-shirts using the World Champs to promote the city of Liberec. A trail of booths selling souvenirs, food, and booze stretch optimistically down the streets hoping to lure tourist and czech alike into pausing and purchasing en route from the city’s main bus stop to the plaza. I shouldered my way through the crowds the other night, peering into booths and enjoying the festival atmosphere with my teammates as the slush soaked into our shoes but it’s a Sunday morning now and the plaza is quiet. Most good czechs are in church or, more probably, sleeping off Saturday night’s indulgences in the cheap and renowned czech pilsner.

    Many of the pedestrians outside my window are associated with the World Champs, identifiable by team jackets, hats, and that look by which skiers can recognize each other. Like me, they’re seeing what Liberec has to offer aside from ski trails and jumping hills. I have to wonder to what life they’ll be returning after the championships are over. Different norms and mores back home, different motivations, languages, but we still end up at the same ski race and have a shared experience.

    Tomorrow I’ll be back at the venue, testing skis, coaxing the muscles into firing, and finishing the final preparations for the skate sprints on Tuesday but today I’m taking a break from the streets defined by wax trailers and ski trails outlined in v-boards, letting the body rest, letting the mind wander.

  • A Day Off

    In the Piazzo d’Oro cafe on the edge of the Liberec town plaza the overlaying of Eastern European history and the lycra-clad world of skiing makes an odd juxtaposition. Directly outside my cafe window looms the elaborate stone facade of the Liberec town hall, built in 1888-93. As my gaze travels from the copper spires, green with time, down to street level, the current World Championship event demands acknowledgement. A large “Liberec 2009” banner plasters a short temporary fence in front of the building and neon-coated security guards stand in pairs shifting their weight from foot to foot and taking purposeless steps.

    Slightly out of view to my right is a large screen showing the day’s events in real-time. Green plants, feeling defected about the persistent snow and mythical sun, obscure my view of the temporary stage where they award the coveted FIS snowflakes. I don’t need to see it to be reminded of all it represents– the years of training, broken down into months, weeks, hours, and minutes of our lives dedicated to a pursuit and a passion that’s difficult to justify.

    Further down the plaza is a temporary building housing the official “Liberec 2009” merchandise, chintzy hats and t-shirts using the World Champs to promote the city of Liberec. A trail of booths selling souvenirs, food, and booze stretch optimistically down the streets hoping to lure tourist and czech alike into pausing and purchasing en route from the city’s main bus stop to the plaza. I shouldered my way through the crowds the other night, peering into booths and enjoying the festival atmosphere with my teammates as the slush soaked into our shoes but it’s a Sunday morning now and the plaza is quiet. Most good czechs are in church or, more probably, sleeping off Saturday night’s indulgences in the cheap and renowned czech pilsner.

    Many of the pedestrians outside my window are associated with the World Champs, identifiable by team jackets, hats, and that look by which skiers can recognize each other. Like me, they’re seeing what Liberec has to offer aside from ski trails and jumping hills. I have to wonder to what life they’ll be returning after the championships are over. Different norms and mores back home, different motivations, languages, but we still end up at the same ski race and have a shared experience.

    Tomorrow I’ll be back at the venue, testing skis, coaxing the muscles into firing, and finishing the final preparations for the skate sprints on Tuesday but today I’m taking a break from the streets defined by wax trailers and ski trails outlined in v-boards, letting the body rest, letting the mind wander.

  • A Day Off

    In the Piazzo d’Oro cafe on the edge of the Liberec town plaza the overlaying of Eastern European history and the lycra-clad world of skiing makes an odd juxtaposition. Directly outside my cafe window looms the elaborate stone facade of the Liberec town hall, built in 1888-93. As my gaze travels from the copper spires, green with time, down to street level, the current World Championship event demands acknowledgement. A large “Liberec 2009” banner plasters a short temporary fence in front of the building and neon-coated security guards stand in pairs shifting their weight from foot to foot and taking purposeless steps.

    Slightly out of view to my right is a large screen showing the day’s events in real-time. Green plants, feeling defected about the persistent snow and mythical sun, obscure my view of the temporary stage where they award the coveted FIS snowflakes. I don’t need to see it to be reminded of all it represents– the years of training, broken down into months, weeks, hours, and minutes of our lives dedicated to a pursuit and a passion that’s difficult to justify.

    Further down the plaza is a temporary building housing the official “Liberec 2009” merchandise, chintzy hats and t-shirts using the World Champs to promote the city of Liberec. A trail of booths selling souvenirs, food, and booze stretch optimistically down the streets hoping to lure tourist and czech alike into pausing and purchasing en route from the city’s main bus stop to the plaza. I shouldered my way through the crowds the other night, peering into booths and enjoying the festival atmosphere with my teammates as the slush soaked into our shoes but it’s a Sunday morning now and the plaza is quiet. Most good czechs are in church or, more probably, sleeping off Saturday night’s indulgences in the cheap and renowned czech pilsner.

    Many of the pedestrians outside my window are associated with the World Champs, identifiable by team jackets, hats, and that look by which skiers can recognize each other. Like me, they’re seeing what Liberec has to offer aside from ski trails and jumping hills. I have to wonder to what life they’ll be returning after the championships are over. Different norms and mores back home, different motivations, languages, but we still end up at the same ski race and have a shared experience.

    Tomorrow I’ll be back at the venue, testing skis, coaxing the muscles into firing, and finishing the final preparations for the skate sprints on Tuesday but today I’m taking a break from the streets defined by wax trailers and ski trails outlined in v-boards, letting the body rest, letting the mind wander.

  • Kershaw’s Korner: Some days I boarder-line hate the sport of cross country ski racing.

    Yep, some days I wish instead of gliding around a course that’s being battered with snow and wind, I could be doing a sport like Mr.Usain Bolt or Micheal Phelps. That’s because with both those dudes the only real factor stopping them from reaching their potential in their respective races is their actual shape. In Beijing this past summer Bolt even tried his best to have as little technological advantage as he could (it appeared) as he ripped up the 100m stretch wearing an xxl singlet that was flapping in the wind like a windsock at a heliport.

  • 4. Laughing like a happy Buddha

    img id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304695200098460034″ style=”DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center” alt=”” src=”http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k1DHbqzFvCE/SZ4QLdOWoYI/AAAAAAAAAhs/ffL52t4LUic/s320/P1040058.JPG” border=”0″ /br /div align=”center”span style=”font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;”Woljeongsa Temple/span /divdiv align=”left”Thursday was a day off, and a day to venture outside of the racing world to see some Korean culture. A few buses and a taxi later, Lanny, Tracy and I arrived at the Woljeongsa Temple.br /One of the most holy Buddhist sites in Korea, the Temple has a 1300 year history. In an hour, we saw merely a small part of this complex which consists of 60 temples, hermitages and a museum, all nestled in the Odea National Park. The main historical artifacts of this Temple are the seated Medicine Buddha, who appears to be giving an offering to the 9 story stone pagoda./divdiv align=”left”/divimg id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304695194329092306″ style=”DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center” alt=”” src=”http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k1DHbqzFvCE/SZ4QLHu1ENI/AAAAAAAAAhk/9tmaCQRr65k/s320/P1040051.JPG” border=”0″ /img id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304695181234825938″ style=”DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center” alt=”” src=”http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k1DHbqzFvCE/SZ4QKW86atI/AAAAAAAAAhc/29zcIq16aTc/s320/P1040036.JPG” border=”0″ / It was cool and quite here, and in the background you could hear the rhythmic sounds of a meditation session in the Main Hall. Various other Halls also had shoes lined out the side, and their doors closed. To have only ever read about the Buddhist religion and growing up in a Catholic school, to feel, see, hear and touch the real thing was quite special.br /br /

  • 3. #23rd

    div align=”left”I have yet to really expound to many the full details of what it is like to race a Biathlon World Cup or Championship event, so in lieu of summing it up in a paragraph and say the race was good or not so good, below are the details to my World Champs Individual race.br /br /The strongIndividual race/strong was really not on my radar this past week; I am usually miss a lot of targets in four stage races, my last three Sprint races I had a 40-50% shooting percentage, and I have been struggling with my shooting process in training, in racing and in my head for two months which climaxed in what felt like one of my worst races ever in the Sprint. I was actually thinking about the possibility of racing the Mixed Relay instead and use it to prepare for our women’s relay.br /br /But, then I was guaranteed a start spot. So, I put myself back together as best I could, headed back out to the range on Sunday afternoon for training. The gusting Korean wind was relentless and difficult for me to shoot in. On the range I left no more confident or reassured. Something needed to happen, was really all I could feel. On Monday morning I set up a meeting with Per, my coach. An hour and a half later after discussing, writing things out, even drawing it out (the note paper with the target and the right sight picture drawn on it still sits on the kitchen table next to me) we were able to come to some conclusions about my shooting process, where I had derailed, and how that afternoon and the following training sessions I would begin to get back on track. Aiming (go figure), “Forward and Inward” as Per would say, and seeing the whole sight picture is my new focus. Also, often a race analysis is concluded by “what if you hit all of your targets?” and the subsequent math is done to estimate a new result with my already established ski times and better shooting results. It gives a glimpse of what is possible someday. Often, this gives hope and direction, without being false hope because in biathlon the math is objective – a 1 minute penalty for each shot is pretty clear – and that perspective helps balance out the subjective experience. I finished my pre-race session, intervals done, course inspection successful, and skis tested. My shooting was mediocre and I was not as satisfied as I would have liked to have been. The overriding feeling however was more optimistic – I have done what I can do, the best that I can do, so now we will just have to see.br /br /The race was rather late on Wednesday night. With bib 63 I didn’t start until 6:45pm. But the day went smoothly and was relaxing. By the time I arrived at the venue I was ready to go. Zero went well and I left with a strategy if the wind picked up during the two prone stages and I would need to adjust my sights. I discussed with my wax techs, Andi and Gara, about shortening my ski testing before the race. (I feel great racing Gara on the course, but then don’t feel so great once I actually have to race.) We have some great skis for this these conditions and testing has been quite clear each day in these dry man-made snow conditions. I also trust these guys a lot, and Gara fully understood, today I needed to focus on shooting and he would take care of the skis. I proceeded to dryfire to “warm-up” for shooting you could say, and then went for a run to warm up for skiing. The warm up track was washed away in the rain last week, and I actually find running (dynamic stretching, sprinting, skipping, etc.) to be a more effective anyways.br /br /The Individual race is the longest event with 5x 3km loops, four shooting stages, prone/standing/prone/standing, a minute penalty is added for each missed shot and race ski times range from 40 or so minutes to an hour long. The women’s world cup field is a very competitive shooting group too, often besting the men in most conditions. With that, I knew this race was only about what I can do with what I have got right now, and it is not a comparison to the field. The PyeongChang 3km course is also pretty tough and demanding. It is dominated by two big uphills, a lot of transitions, and (what can be) a difficult downhill that rockets you into the stadium.br /br /I arrive at the start with the right amount of time to jog around, undress, get a transponder and get in line. Start line jitters were adverted when I spent time looking for #62 from Moldavia to show up to start in front of me. At the start line I always like to think of my family, huddled in the dark to the glow of the computer screen watching and waiting 1,000s of miles away. Just as any other race I had cue words picked out for my skiing, my shooting and my mind, that I hang around me like an aura. I don’t say them over and over, or keep them in a certain part of my mind, instead keep them on the periphery and call upon them when I need to, or when I’ve picked certain spots on the course to transition my focus from skiing to shooting for example.br /br /As smoothly as the rest of the night had gone, I started. Coming off of a disjointed and frustrating Sprint race a few days prior, I knew I needed a new way of thinking about racing. This time, I was creating something, lap by lap, shot by shot. Each lap had a necessary part – the first hill, then the second, and each shot had a number, one, then two and so on; focused on the task at hand, while at the same time creating the race. With this perspective, I found a rhythm and went with it. Each lap was solid. I passed Bernd, our team manager (of everything), on the first hill, who watches the time splits online and reports to the rest of the course coaches. He maintained his half-English, half-German cheering and coaching until the last lap where he exuberantly gave me the time gap of 2 seconds to 18th place. As his voice faded (probably because I just gave him his sore throat back that he has been trying to fight off) I would pass Max, our Exec. Director working out on the trails this week. His job was to relay to us our prone shots from the first stage. On a small target board he shifted the magnet white dots into formation. From that picture I could determine where hits and misses were and decide whether I would need to change heading into the second prone stage. On the next hill, I would pass Gara, an intimidating-looking Czech guy who actually is really nice and very good to test skis with. The middle of the course was mine and I felt like I climbed the big hill well. On the 4th and 5th laps I kept pace with a Norwegian and a Czech (who was leading the race at that time). Nearing the drop into the stadium I would take my feeds from Patrick and get another cheer before the shooting range. Before taking a 180 degree turn into the stadium there is a long V2 alternate stretch that is ideal for taking in deeper breaths to trigger the calm before shooting. Stage by stage I was dumbfounded by the fallen targets: I cleaned [hit all 5 targets] one – okay good, that was nice to do – I cleaned two – Oh **** I have not done that in racing or in training in a long time! – cleaned three – no way, here we go! – last stage I missed the 4th shot high, but regained and nailed the 5th – I could have stopped right then and there, satisfied because to have hit all would not have been human for me to do. [Until I did that math afterwards and I could have gotten 13th.] Passing back through the stadium, forming the Norwegian and Czech trio again, I could hear Martin, our massage therapist and start guy, who because of his height and generous heart we affectionately call him Big Martin, yelling “Super, Super!” I had maintained a good pace throughout, so was able to push it on the last lap, yo-yo-ing between the Norwegian and Czech. Their power up and over the hills separated us on the final downhill sections nearing the finish. Thankfully the notorious downhill to the finish was in great condition and a bit of recovery was possible. Following Anne into the Finish, I slighted my eyes, thought “Kara – Lars” (my favorite team, and my brother and sister who slept on the couch to be able to get up to watch my race online in the middle of the night) and sprinted for the finish. The finish line, the fall line, the tipping point, whatever you want to call it brought about the biggest relief as I dropped to my knees and cried. I came across the line in 17th and after all 106 racers finished I ended up in 23rd – our top women’s result this year and the top World Champs women’s result since Rachel Steer’s 17th in 2005.br /br /Thanks for reading, thanks for everyones’ support and thanks for following all of us this winter.br /Tim Burke and Lowell Bailey will both compete in the Men’s Mass Start (top 30) and our Women’s Relay – Lanny Barnes, myself, Laura Spector and Tracy Barnes – are all this Saturday the 21st. On

  • Good Start

    Day one: Morgan Smyth wins Worlds Qualification race.  Day two: Kikkan Randall gets her best distance result at Worlds/Olympics ever and Morgan Arritola has a great first ever Worlds race.  Day three Freeman gets 4th, Lodwick wins (NC), Van wins (jump), Demong 5th (NC), Jerome 6th (jump).  More to come…

  • Good Start

    Day one: Morgan Smyth wins Worlds Qualification race.  Day two: Kikkan Randall gets her best distance result at Worlds/Olympics ever and Morgan Arritola has a great first ever Worlds race.  Day three Freeman gets 4th, Lodwick wins (NC), Van wins (jump), Demong 5th (NC), Jerome 6th (jump).  More to come…

  • Good Start

    Day one: Morgan Smyth wins Worlds Qualification race.  Day two: Kikkan Randall gets her best distance result at Worlds/Olympics ever and Morgan Arritola has a great first ever Worlds race.  Day three Freeman gets 4th, Lodwick wins (NC), Van wins (jump), Demong 5th (NC), Jerome 6th (jump).  More to come…

  • Kershaw’s Korner: Twitter?

    Yo to all. Just a head’s up, I have joined Lance, Obama, Sean Crooks and Alex Harvey. What does this all mean? Well, it means I obviously have too much time on my hands, haha. If you also have too much time on your hands, and Kershaw’s Korner just isn’t enough then follow along in real time @ www.twitter.com/devonkershaw

  • 2. Alpensi Biathlon Venue

    Pyeongchang is the “hub of winter sports” in Korea; I passed multiple signs and billboards while on the bus today that read emYes! Pyeongchang!/em, emTowards the Olympic Games, /ememRemember, Dream of Pyeongchang/em! that remind everyone of PyeongChang’s vision and passion for the 2018 Winter Olympics. I went for a run at the venue the other day and ventured down into the main ski jumping stadium. Like a jobsite in the spring after the winter thaw, the jumps, stands, landscape, and main building were littered with pipes, tarps, wood, railings, debris and bricks and a few jumps are still covered in scaffolding. In the background I could hear a table saw. The dreary, rainy winter day juxtaposed to the continued work at the jump site illustrated the Koreans’ collective drive, despite even a melting winter day, to build this venue to fulfill their vision of hosting nordic, biathlon and ski jumping events for Asia, and for the world.br /br /divbr /divimg id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304029839510427618″ style=”DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center” alt=”” src=”http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k1DHbqzFvCE/SZuzCX4XV-I/AAAAAAAAAfk/ur5HghwPrnE/s320/carolyn.jpg” border=”0″ / /divbr /divHere is Carolyn during training. We each have our own green women’s “training bib” that we wear during each training session throughout the World Cup season. The men’s are orange.br /br //divbr /divimg id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304029844966747634″ style=”DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center” alt=”” src=”http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k1DHbqzFvCE/SZuzCsNQLfI/AAAAAAAAAfs/pAt9cAMVPVk/s320/course1.jpg” border=”0″ / /divbr /divHere is a look at the backside of the course. Oh yeah, we are racing on a golf course. It looks a little bit whiter now, but the rain last week hit the venue pretty hard. /divbr /div/divimg id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304030104924603330″ style=”DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center” alt=”” src=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k1DHbqzFvCE/SZuzR0oCQ8I/AAAAAAAAAgM/g63FS0_Bi7k/s320/P1010123.JPG” border=”0″ / /divbr /divSquint, and you see that that is nearly 50 degrees F. The board on the left prounances an “Urgent Notice” about the closing of the trails to save the snow. The board to the bottom left is one of a few at the venue. The air and snow temperature at both the stadium and on the highest part of the course are recorded throughout the day. This is crucial information for our wax techs, who test skis and grinds throughout the day.br /br /br /divbr /div

  • 1. Pyeongchang, South Korea

    span style=”color:#000099;”emspan style=”font-size:130%;”Hello from Korea!/span/em I apologize for falling behind in sharing with you the photos and stories of this past week’s travels, racing and new location, culture, language, and food. This is the first in succession of posts that will hopefully fill you in on my time in Korea./span divdivdiv/divdivPyeongchang, the county that we are in, is located in the northeastern region of South Korea. Our overnight 9 hour flight from Amsterdam to Seoul, the capital of Korea, was smooth and similar to our North America to Europe flights. We left a mild winter climate in Germany and landed in what felt like a hazy, warm spring day in Seoul (Incheon/Seoul airport actually). On a peninsula with a coastal climate, Korea’s winters are mild and relatively short.br //divdivdiv/divbr /divbr /img id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303987624963805250″ style=”DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center” alt=”” src=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k1DHbqzFvCE/SZuMpKcJEEI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Hps4EeN5P5U/s400/pyeongchang-8.gif” border=”0″ /Flat coastal plains outside of Seoul and Incheon were punctuated by these high-rise apartment buildings surrounded by what looked like their agricultural resource – rows and rows of greenhouses.br /br /div