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Birke Fever

I’ve got it too! I know I am stealing Dave’s title but I really was going to use it myself. Like Dave, I have skied only one complete Birke; unlike him, I haven’t done any shortened versions. We both skied it in 1999, one year after we both graduated Bates. Dave was 19th, I was 20th, though he had a much better race (till the last couple Ks anyway) than I did and I never even saw him once.

I love skiing!

After five days off, I finally got to ski again today. We timed our arrival perfectly; with the recent rain and the warm weather the track was concrete when we got there, but a groomer came along in five minutes and I had perfect corduroy; it was even powdery enough that I was able to classic ski on hard wax (with just two stops to rewax). I skied an hour and a half, pulling Iris in the Chariot, and felt great and strong and happy to be alive and healthy and in the great outdoors. buy eye drops online


So my prediction came true. I was too sick to ski for a couple days (and yesterday New Hampton School called classes so that those of us who were sick could get better instead of infecting more students and faculty; had I been healthy I could have skied for hours…) and then today it rained. Hard, heavy, warm rain on top of eight inches of snow. No skiing, even if it were safe to drive somewhere, which is wasn’t. Oh well, tomorrow should be better! buy eye drops online


If I was smart, I wouldn’t have raced in Lake Placid. But I’m not. My wife and daughter are both sick, and it has seemed only a matter of time till I got a cold as well. It came on Friday night, before the Lake Placid Loppet. I got a good night’s sleep before the race though, and felt okay in the morning, so I figured I would go for it and race anyway.

$#!% AARRGH #&@$%

This will be a short post so as to avoid actually using the words I censored from the title and thus alienating my sponsors and ending my career as a blogger. I had about the most frustrating race of my life today. I led the Craftsbury Marathon from the start to 46 km, lost the lead for about a kilometer of downhill, took it back, and opened a gap, and then got beat 20 meters from the finish line.


I won my first race this year today.

Trivia from my log

I ran 1778 miles last year. So far, since the beginning of winter, I have skied 54 1/4 hours. 35 of those hours were classic technique, 29 1/4 skating. I spent 22 1/2 of those 54 hours pulling Iris the the Chariot.

Race, sort of

On Friday my brother called me. I know as soon as I saw the caller ID that he wanted something. In this case, someone to chase after during his intervals. His plan was for him to ski a hard interval up Tripoli Road at Waterville Valley, ski back down, and race me (I would be fresh for this effort).

A Doper Pays

If you are reading this you are probably connected enough to the world to have heard that Marion Jones is going to prison for six months. It’s about time.


Here I am, still at my computer. It is 10:41, and I haven’t finished puting together a sample exam for my students, or doing a couple other tasks that need to be done by tomorrow morning. And it is going to rain tomorrow…which I suppose is less bad for me that it would be if I was racing full time and had to train in it. But then again I am foolish and stubborn enough to go out in the cold rain anyway.