Eastside Update
Sunday, October 25th, 2009After a bit of an easy week post LP camp, I got back into the serious training during the past 7 days here in Vermont. The past 3-4 weeks have had a pretty big focus on intensity so with only two more weeks left here at home I’ll begin to transition into more distance and volume as we get ready to hit up Europe on November 8th.
What that means for me is moving back to only 2 interval sessions a week and also having maybe 3 sessions or so at or above 2.5 hours of distance during the week. So far things have been going great. Liz, who is also training at home until the start of the World Cup tour, came down to my house for a mini Vermont training camp. I don’t know if it’s a good or bad sign that Liz and I train roughly the same amount and at the same pace…. probably bad for me and good for her…. but either way it works out well because she makes an awesome training buddy.So liz came down on thursday and we worked on some classic speed. The next day we did a 2:45 skate distance in the morning. Liz basically has some of the best skate technique in the country, guy or girl, so she’s a good person to freestyle with.
The next day was an epic one though, and will go down in the books as the gnarliest training day of the year for me. The workout was tough but nothing ridiculous. Liz and I had a 6×4 minutes level 4 with some emphasis on double poling at the end of the interval. What made it a struggle was the weather. When we arrived up at Stratton it was 37 degrees with steady rain and wind. A storm had been blowing though all night and the road was soaking wet and littered with leaves. So the weather was shitty…and getting worse by the minute. We started the workout anyway and it actually was going pretty well until during the third interval it went from rain to full on downpours. Like close your eyes because you can’t see anything downpours. Flash floods on the road type downpours. And since we had already started the level four intervals I already had my jacket off but the temperature was still hovering right around 40 degrees. The rain was intense and wouldn’t really let up. I might as well have have been skiing without any clothes on because my long underwear, tights, and gloves we just soaked and heavy as water was dripping down my face.
By the last interval my hands were numb all the way to the elbow and I was not that stoked. But I remembered back to my SMS high school days that there was a sweet hot tub that we used to poach just around the corner so we hammered through the rain up the road in what felt like a life or death situation. I jumped straight into the tub with all my clothes, including my socks, and settled in for an extremely painful 5 minutes of thawing out hands. In the end it turned out to be a pretty fun workout but for a few minutes I was not psyched. I wish I had some pictures, but I don’t even think they would show the crappyness of the day.
The next week of training will be very similar. Just need to round up a sweet costume for this weekends festivities!




Brett during Nordic combined nationals
hanging with VT buddy and Olympic gold Medalist Ross Powers
Bird with some other athletes at the autograph table









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