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Monday, October 19th, 2009

Man, if you let this blog thing go for a few days you just end up summarizing what would have been a few good fleshed out topics.

First off, I’m settled in Jackson Hole, and living in my van while traveling the country is over. I wanted to add a note about what it’s like just living and training in your van.

Training Bum Logistics

If you quit your job and all the other BS in your life because you want to get out and train more every day, the answer is that you can do it. There’s no mysteries about it, it’s totally possible.

If your car is paid off (mine isn’t), you don’t have to pay rent to live in it. Having a built-in kitchen is key, and little things like keeping everything perfectly clean really helps keep the lifestyle sustainable.

The only thing that is tough is the social aspect. You won’t have the social base provided by a team or a job, and further you won’t have a location and place to associate yourself during the day which can leave you very ungrounded. You will be a true nomad.

But, none of that matters if you are aspiring to improve your athletic performance. If you have goals, you can meet them in this way. If all you have to do is get up and train a couple of times a day, you can sure as hell do it living out of your car like those thousands of dirtbag climbers out there. It’s glorious.

I think if you are starting out learning out to train and what it means in your life, this is the way to do it. Don’t be afraid, just go do it. Get up and walk out like Jerry McGuire (prolly without the chick) and move on.

Mountain Biking in Sun Valley

Soon after arriving in Jackson Hole I found myself driving to Sun Valley to go mountain biking. I haven’t been into biking since high school, and it was a total blast! All that aerobic work kept me way ahead of the other guy that rides all summer. How cool is that?!

Moosecross Cyclecross

Last weekend there was a cyclecross race over the pass in Victor, ID. It was tons of fun! it was my first bike race ever so I entered the beginner class, and ended up top ten. Considering we were wearing costumes i thought we would be pounding beers and taking jumps the whole race and probably not even finishing, but I obviously haven’t learned anything about myself.

Even after two hard 90 minute workouts and late nights the two days before, I hammered the course from the beginning and totally destroyed myself. I snuck behind and someone and drafted for the road section for all but two laps, and was able to stay fairly consistently relaxed the whole time. A strong kick at the end and the race was over.

I think I should do more mountain bike racing.

Never Go Here

Saturday, October 17th, 2009

Skiing, training, I did x y z intervals, blah blah blah. I’ll write something meaningful soon enough.

Whatever you do, don’t go here (actual google maps data):

http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=526+7th+St,+Rapid+City,+South+Dakota&sll=43.47849,-110.755517&sspn=0.008797,0.016501&ie=UTF8&layer=c&cbll=44.081101,-103.228876&panoid=OIikWPUbD8lJlNK5z_JcyQ&cbp=12,305.17,,0,30.75&hq=&hnear=526+7th+St,+Rapid+City,+Pennington,+South+Dakota+57701&ll=44.081682,-103.228848&spn=0.008709,0.016501&z=16&iwloc=A

Breakfast

Friday, July 24th, 2009

My legs and arms are still tired from yesterday’s roller ski, the first in a long time. I’m thirsty, so I reach up with closed eyes and grab my Nalgene, trying not to spill it on my down comforter like the last couple of nights. It’s been raining lightly during the night and the windows are full of condensation. A roller skier with Rossi boots cruises by at an easy 8am pace.

FastPacker

Wednesday, July 15th, 2009

Everyone that signed up for Mount Marathon got a free copy of Trail Runner Magazine in their race packet. In that issue was an article about “Fastpacking”, which has something to do with packing super light for overnight trail running trips.

While all of my friends are buying into the new pack raft thing like it’s already going out of style, there’s just something about it that isn’t for me. I think it’s the weight and the size and the fact that I’d rather run like a real runner than a waddler with a white water fixation. But the idea that you can run for miles and miles with a night’s gear on your back changes all the rules for the game.

Last year I did an overnight with a friend in an attempt to scout the Crow Pass race trail (which happens to be this Saturday). I carried my summer sleeping bag, a small down sleeping pad about the size of a Nalgene and some peanut butter and squashed bananas (next time knix the bananas). We ran in and camped about six miles in, and ran tempo intervals from there (barely sub-threshold 10 minute intervals for you skiers) the next 5 miles to the river over burley rock slides and non-existent trail markers.

The very first time that I realized that I preferred running over walking was back in the fall of 2004 while traveling in New Zealand. I was in a hard-core hippy phase and refused to buy shoes for more than $20 and had promised myself to hike the entire Abel Tasman track with an even cheaper pair of sandals in order to train my feet not to need shoes. Talk about dirty hippy drool…

After boring myself to tears for three days, I decided to run for a little ways and realized that I could cover the entire trail in only a couple of days. The experience of the trip was instantly 100% more fun!

Exactly five years later, I run the distance covered on that trip in a single workout (25 miles) while also gaining far more altitude. Subsequently, this whole “Fastpacking” thing sounds like a natural progression for people that get bored walking but also want to soak in the life juice from overnight wilderness trips.

But, while magazines will come up with trendy marketing phrases for so much as dropping a donkey, I’d like to say that cruising single track with ultra light economy sounds more like a plain old fast-paced overnight trip to me.

Hmm….I think I’ll call it running.

More to come.

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Edit:
A couple of weeks ago I wrote an article about how having nothing but rich white kids in nordic skiing is holding the sport back. I’d like to clarify that by “rich white kids” I mean anyone that didn’t grow up in the ghetto playing on the metaphorical milk crate basketball hoop.

For the record, I have never met a single nordic skier that I wouldn’t consider a rich white kid.

In the context of tapping the poor masses, you don’t count even if you are working full time and your parents aren’t paying a dime for you to ski. If you even tried to make this argument, then you are absolutely still a rich white kid.

Trying to get my skate boots out for a roller ski. Time to reorganize.

Unconscious, dude!

Saturday, February 28th, 2009

What I’m listening to right now: DI.fm European Trance Channel

Today I tried a couple of new rossi demo setups at Kincaid. I was up practically all night celebrating with the Alaska Sports Hall of Fame guys, so my body wasn’t all there but it was fun trying out some new stuff. I’ve never used Rossignol gear before and was stoked that that first pair of skis were FAST! They’ve got a little more pop than my Fischers and were super slick on tonight’s tilled up old snow.

Deep Americana

Saturday, February 21st, 2009

One easy way to take a huge step deep into modern Americana is to roll into a low-end diner at 4:30 in the morning and order a Farmer’s Skillet with a cup of coffee. That’s a on-way trip to a place like Battle Mountain, Nevada, a desert town on the freeway from Reno to Twin Falls. America’s got cowboys, astronauts, colonial revolutionists, but there’s something about the trucker world that screams “America!” the most to me.

There is No Spoon

Friday, February 6th, 2009

What’s on my iPod right now: www.friskyradio.com

There was a moment in LA when I realized that there was nothing I could do about the fact that I wasn’t able to workout consistently for over a month. I realized that there was just too much other stuff going on and I wasn’t able to balance it all out to make training a priority, which I had obviously done because I was scheduling all other activities around working out, getting sleep, learning, eating, focusing.

Pirates of the Caribbean

Sunday, October 5th, 2008

I’ve got my Gilligan’s island costume, the pirate’s costume is on the way, and I extended my ticket to w a full two weeks. Virgin Gorda, Yachts and theme parties here I come. What does this have to do with training? Not much. Why haven’t I written anything recently? Not much to write about. It’s kinda nice, actually.

Once my IT band gave the the checkered flag for the running season I got to say “fine, be that way. I didn’t want to run any more anyway.” Guess that means it’s time to rollerski, and back to the bottom rung. Yeah my lungs feel great, but my technique SUCKS and it doesn’t matter how humungous your tri’s are if you never use your abs. How do you guys do it, seriously!? I classic skied with UAA out Eklutna lake Road and back the other day and got totally worked. Those guys are fit, man, and it’s cool to see. They’ve got a solid men’s team and a friggin army of girls this year. Go Alaska!

Challenges

Tuesday, September 9th, 2008

It’s late at night and I’ve got a lot on my mind, so there’s no hope for sleep anymore. I hit the wall with running races after Mat Peak and Lost lake, but in a sick way I’m really stoked about sitting around all tired and cranky because I totally found my physical limit without injuring myself or killing all of my motivation for the winter. There is plenty of new information to reflect upon, and after a terrifically fun summer of racing that’s a really good thing. Success #1

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Monday, June 30th, 2008

Sitting here at this moment with a slight discomfort in my left side, I’m really glad I’m right-handed. Funny enough, it’s the fact that we *have* a strong side that our weak side tends to pick up the pieces left behind by accidents and sloppiness. Every injury I’ve had in my life due to weakness of some body part other than skin has occurred on my left side. That includes tendonitis of the foot from over training, broken middle toe from a heavy machinery accident, meniscus tearing due to a genetically loose ACL, dislocated shoulder from instinctually choosing to ram the left shoulder instead of the right into the groomer run at 50mph. Poor left side, Daddy’s here, everything’s going to be aaaaalllll riiight. Oh wait, more on that later…

Isn’t lactate for cows?

Friday, June 13th, 2008

More good times, more good training. Summer is finally here! Yippee!

Government Peak

The Government Peak Hill climb is the first local hill climb of the year last Saturday. It runs slightly up hill for a little less than a mile, then covers 3700′ of unforgiving vert over a total of about 4 miles. In other words, it’s friggin brutal with friggin lazer beams. Going into the race I had no idea how my relatively strong cardio vascular fitness was going to carry me in this race. I knew I was OK for skinning quite fast, but was curious how everything would balance out. As it turns out cardio will carry you well up higher in the climb, but to get into the zone without first having to recover from a lactate meltdown you are going to need some specific hill work. Sam Hill was the obvious winner from step 1, and I led the pack for the beginning with Trond Flagstad knowing that if I had any chance to make up some time on everyone it was going to be in the flatter part. Sure enough, about 2 or 3 minutes into the climb my legs felt heavy and nearly started squirting non-pasteurized death milk. It was so bad that I was convinced that I was going to have to stop and rest at some point in the race, and I just mellowed out for a while and recovered. Luckily they came back around and I managed ninth. Looking back it was pretty darned good for my second hill climb and without any specific training. Thank goodness for hindsight!!! (that’s three !’s)

250lbs Aftermath

Monday, May 19th, 2008

Welcome back to Alaska, Pat. After a warm welcome from friends and an extended 5-day birthday celebration, I’m back in Ancheragua, AK. The last part of the drive was pretty sweet, and I only got ONE speeding ticket in Fort Nelson. Awesome.

Gettin ‘er done

Friday, May 2nd, 2008

Sorry, I hate that phrase. But when you’re gettin it, you’re gettin it.

I finally got under way towards alaska, and now am sitting in my van in a sun-baked parking lot just below the Chateau Lake Louise. I took off two days ago through eastern Idaho and Missoula then crossed the border yesterday at Eureka, MT/Rooseville B.C. I managed a nice 1 hour mountain run through some rolling cow fields in Lima, ID then a 1.5 hour skin up the Lake Louise ski area yesterday.

Ramble On

Tuesday, March 4th, 2008

Hey! I finally got this blog together, and just in time for some exciting stuff. I bought a new VW camper last week in Tucson and drove it straight to the Rendezvous 50K in West Yellowstone. After some scary loan check stuff and some time with a nice but stubborn seller, there was barely enough time for 7 hours of sleep and burritos at the Aphton gas station before starting the race. One piece of advice about racing – gas station burritos, of the breakfast variety or not, are *never* a good idea before a race. I’ve never been more uncomfortable in an event before, but by the second half I was feeling a lot better, and started to put the hurt on and ended up with a good result. Following about 15 minutes of kissing the ground in the finish chute and a nap in the EuroVan, I busted up to Bozeman to hang out with friends that were up there for some regional races. 

EuroVan - one hour old

After two days home in Jackson Hole to get some work done and ski the sick pow pow with some Alaska buddies, I headed out to Reno for the great race. What an event! If you like going uncomfortably fast for about 20K and using your tuck muscles more than your breathing muscles, this race is for you! My Buddy Lee and I sported the Team OIA suits and finished strongly after the pack of factory skiers with a full-on knock-kneed and white-knuckle side-by-side gaper-style finish. Awesome!!

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So after some sad good-byes to good friends I’m writing this from a Battle Mountain, NV casino/restaurant, and back on the road to Jackson Hole. The local Sandbag Series final 10K is this Saturday and I’ll be looking forward to hammering with my JHole training buddy Erich Wilbrecht one last time before some Colorado Sun and Tele-skiing fun in Crested Butte for Saint Paddy’s Day. Keep it real folks! I hope you enjoy the blog! P.S. I can’t stop listening to Ramble On by Led Zeppelin. Still Awesome!