I remember writing my last post well. I was brimming with excitement about the weekend, a lot of things I wanted to write about, but I thought it would be better to wait until the weekend unfolded to do it. After it was over, I would have had two good races, and would be traveling to Colorado for a week of vacation with the family. More reinforcement that it is always better to prepare for the worst and hope for the best.
As you might be able to guess, the weekend was a disappointment, really for anyone who was involved. It began raining on Friday morning and basically didn't stop Sunday morning at which point everything froze. And I mean everything. Sunday 6 am, power was out. When I went outside I was greeted with 2 inches of ice coating my car. I couldn't open any of the doors, so I took one of my skis and started chipping away around the doors. After making it in and commuting to the Center, we found out that the racing was cancelled.
Peter and I packed up, drove to Hartford, and flew out the next morning to Denver. We are now up in the mountains for a week with the family. I am really happy to have made it up here safe and to have all of us together for the holidays. After a couple days of travel and missed training, I went out for a nice 75' run before the sun came up. There were a few new inches of snow on the roads and trails which made for a softer ride. It felt good to open up my lungs although I could certainly feel the altitude. While I am here to relax with the family, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited about having a my own little high altitude camp!
This morning, we packed up our skis and drove over to Steamboat springs to meet up with our cousins. We had a great day with them full of powdery runs and blue skies. We finished it off right with some Apres ski beers in town. Definitely a picture perfect day of skiing. Cousin Brian DeRegt reached 69 mph on the last run. When you see him on the mountain...get out of the way, he's nuts.
As you might be able to guess, the weekend was a disappointment, really for anyone who was involved. It began raining on Friday morning and basically didn't stop Sunday morning at which point everything froze. And I mean everything. Sunday 6 am, power was out. When I went outside I was greeted with 2 inches of ice coating my car. I couldn't open any of the doors, so I took one of my skis and started chipping away around the doors. After making it in and commuting to the Center, we found out that the racing was cancelled.
Peter and I packed up, drove to Hartford, and flew out the next morning to Denver. We are now up in the mountains for a week with the family. I am really happy to have made it up here safe and to have all of us together for the holidays. After a couple days of travel and missed training, I went out for a nice 75' run before the sun came up. There were a few new inches of snow on the roads and trails which made for a softer ride. It felt good to open up my lungs although I could certainly feel the altitude. While I am here to relax with the family, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited about having a my own little high altitude camp!
This morning, we packed up our skis and drove over to Steamboat springs to meet up with our cousins. We had a great day with them full of powdery runs and blue skies. We finished it off right with some Apres ski beers in town. Definitely a picture perfect day of skiing. Cousin Brian DeRegt reached 69 mph on the last run. When you see him on the mountain...get out of the way, he's nuts.
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