Greetings lovely lowdown listees
Ever wake up and not know where you are? Get that feeling that you somehow missed a significant slice of time and space to end up in some foreign box of confusion? Today, when I opened my calendar to check some writing deadlines, I found myself wrapped in disorientation at the sight of the word "OCTOBER" at the top of my screen. I've since taken a deep breath, planted my feet and accepted the passing of time (and even found some to write you fine folk).
After returning from the land down under, I took a coupla good weeks to recover from travel, training and the general degrading of the body caused by skiing on snow (this sport is hard, yo!). Once I felt fully recovered, I got back on the road and straight into some high intensity, high volume, high adventure training. With the addition of our new SVSEF Gold Team Coach Chris Mallory (AKA my high school coach)(#fullcircle), we dove into high-impact intervals, long hours in the mountains and more ski-specificity (read: rollerskiing, bounding, rollerskiing, power strength training and rollerskiing.)
The penultimate workout of our two week block was the famed BaldyHillClimb, a 1.9 mile scale that ascends 3,200 vertical feet in just under 50 minutes. A race of such measurements obviously tortures the body, but for me and my teammates, it symbolized a chance for us to do the same to our minds (I know, I'm really selling cross country skiing here, aren't I?). All of us experienced moments when we didn't want to be there, when we had trouble putting one foot in front of the other or thought about stopping. For me, that moment happened about three quarters of the way up the slope. I started thinking about excuses to stop (Asthma? Bee allergy? If I can't find a bee, I could always sabotage my ankle)--disastrous thoughts that were only conquered by the sight of my teammates pushing through their own demons to summit the mountain. I finished 5th in the race, several minutes out of 1st, but managed to sprint the final pitch, which led me to not only feel incredibly accomplished, but also to throw up a little.
[Ahh, the nordie dream.]
One more week of recovery led us into the month of October, where we're looking towards getting back on snow, putting in two more big weeks of hours and soaking in the final month before the ski season begins.
That's right, it's almost time to actually do the thing we've been talking about all this time, and I can't wait to share the journey with you.
Happiest of autumns,
SVSEF Gold Team Member
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