tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10750883152446459612024-03-05T04:25:38.829-08:00Adventures with AnnieAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02871995037108653212noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088315244645961.post-44534369075066947192013-07-22T07:21:00.001-07:002013-07-22T07:27:36.208-07:00Arguing Against Moderation<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
My mother, in all her infinite wisdom, has one thing wrong. She always used to tell me, and probably still will, that I should remember to do everything in moderation. Too much of a good thing, she would likely argue, turns it into a bad thing. I, respectfully, disagree.</div>
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Here's why. If you don't like something in excess, why waste your time doing it (or eating it) in moderation? I hold the firm belief that the fastest way to figure out if something is worth doing is by doing absurd amounts of it. Country music songs for example. Sophie and I have a habit of listening to songs on repeat. Some say this is stupid. The nay-sayers argue that we will "just get sick of it faster." But if it really is a song I will love for the rest of my life, no amount of listening to it will make me sick of it. So, listening to it in excess is the best way to determine which songs I really love. Easy.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Two things I love in one picture: Pink AND maple flavored things. I made this cake for a little dinner we had at the Caldwell's.</td></tr>
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Using this logic, I've discovered I really love the color pink. I have a ridiculous number of pink outfits. It's girly, stereotypical, and always in excess. But I like it. And every day I wear pink, I feel just a little happier. Same goes for maple. There can never be enough maple flavor in anything. And the only way I figured out I love maple is by putting it in everything. Like the above maple bundt cake with maple whipped cream frosting. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Megan and me probably at mile 45. We got really tired, but still managed to get the biking done in under 5 hours! Cruising.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Smiling after 100 miles.. excessive miles but loving every one (except for mile 67-not fun for me).</td></tr>
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Road biking. In the past 8 days, I think I've done 11 hours of road biking. This is a little above normal levels, due to my participation in the prouty, a 100 mile bike ride starting in Hanover. 100 miles is in excess--but I was still smiling after 100 miles, so I must really like biking (although I did have a sore bum). Just yesterday I did a 3.5 hour road bike with the SMS training group, and I can honestly say I enjoyed the entire thing. We had a great group with a lot of people, so conversation was never dull and never absent.<br />
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Rocks (hi Isabel). Although I hold no where near the love of rocks Isabel holds, I can appreciate them. On Route 30 in Vermont a man started building carins (the stone structures you see above) in memory of his dog. He would spend hours building them, and eventually the Bondville population caught on and started helping him. It was truly amazing and inspiring, and a great example of something in excess being completely necessary and happy.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Red looking for some breeze during the "hot week." I, like Red, don't like heat in excess. And having a week straight of it was a pretty fast way to figure that out.</td></tr>
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But not everything in excess is good. A prime example of this is the absurd heat wave we experienced last week. Every day was practically a million degrees with 2000% humidity. I could take one day of this, but having it every day for 5 days proved to me that tropical climates were not my thing. Training was sweaty and gross, and I couldn't walk any where without breaking a decent sweat. Luckily, there are ways to combat excess. We started workouts at 8 in the morning to try and avoid the worst parts of the day, and at night we made a plethora of summery meals (i.e. a lot of grilling and cold salad type things). It's raining today, which is also not good in excess, but one day here and there is much appreciated :)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Henry being goofy. This is immediately following his successful remembrance of his Exeter email password. Val intelligently pointed out that most passwords are case sensitive, something Henry had evidently forgotten.</td></tr>
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But back to positive excess. I miss my Minnesota family, and because I'm not experiencing an excess of it I miss them even more. I recently facetimed (I can use technology.. yes) with them, and they are doing very well. Henry is attending Exeter Academy in the fall for a PG year, and I'm really excited to have him out East next fall. I still won't get an excessive exposure, but better than nothing. Absence, as it turns out, really does make the heart (hart...punny) grow fonder.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Isabel and Soph. I've also had a lot of exposure to them this summer, and because I still want to be with them I'd say an excess of Caldwell's is something I like.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">GET IN MY BELLY</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">GET IN MY BELLY (Megan style).</td></tr>
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Probably the biggest argument against moderation comes in the form of blueberries. Sophie, Isabel, Megan and I went blueberry picking yesterday, and probably picked around 20 pounds among the 4 of us. For the first part, I had a "pick one, eat one rule." This morning, I swear, I woke up with a little blue tint to my hair. Yet even after eating probably 5 pounds yesterday, this morning Soph and I made waffles with a blueberry topping. So, I obviously love blueberries. And no better way to figure this out than eating 7 pounds in two days.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Erika, Soph, and me before some really hard level 4 uphill striding intervals. They were really hard. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rudy project helmets (and safety)..both things better in excess.</td></tr>
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Finally, training and friends. If I didn't enjoy training and my training buddies (and best friends) so much, there is no way I could be doing the amount of training I've done the past two weeks. We've had a big two weeks of volume and intensity, but (most) every day I leave the workout really happy. And, this week we have an easy week. Recovering is part of training, so I will probably do a lot (maybe even an excess) of recovering this week. <br />
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Good things don't always need to be in moderation. So with that, I probably will go snack on some more blueberries.<br />
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hugz and kissez<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02871995037108653212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088315244645961.post-41874750743433129882013-07-09T13:41:00.001-07:002013-07-09T13:41:24.049-07:00Adventuring<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
I like (love) adventuring. Adventuring keeps things interesting. A life without adventures, would, quite frankly, suck. Luckily, I've done my fair share of adventuring the past couple of weeks.</div>
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One of the adventures involved driving up Putney Mountain Road to Megan Killigrew's (Dartmouth ski team graduate and future teacher of english to 11th grade kids (!)) graduation party. Driving can always be an adventure, but this road was ridiculous. There really is only room for one car--but obviously it is a two way--and the steepness is ABSURD and the road is windy and bumpy with absolutely no room for error. If a car comes the other direction, you both would have to play chicken and wait for the other person to back up to one of the few "extensions" into the woods. And then god forbid a car comes along as you're backing up..scary stuff. But adventurous none-the-less.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is Michaela. She is going to be a junior at Dartmouth next year and is also on the ski team. She spent the last term in Spain so I'm really excited that she's back!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Michaela and Austin!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Isabel and I had semi-matching skirts/outfits. Twins!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some Dartmouth Women Skiers (Left to Right: Michaela, Megan, Me, and Julia)</td></tr>
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After Meg's party, I drove (less adventurously) to Hanover. One of the highlights of last summer (which I spent at Dartmouth) were the over distance runs. It worked out that the weekend I was in Hanover, the team was running Franconia. It was beautiful. And definitely an adventure. In part because it was unclear at what point it would start thunder storming. We have had so much rain the past couple of weeks. So. Much. Rain. But it remained lovely for us on the ridge, and afterwards we stopped for ice cream! </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At the top of Franconia. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is the ice cream I got from Fat Bob's. I really like sprinkles. But normally ice cream places only put sprinkles on the top, but Fat Bobs did a wonderful thing and put some surprise sprinkles on the bottom. Good move, well done Fat Bob.</td></tr>
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People in the East are also really into jumping into bodies of water. It's not really my thing, but I do enjoy tagging along and watching (most) people make total fools of themselves trying to do flips. Simi is not one of those people. Skyler, Simi, Ben and I on an off afternoon went to the quarry near Manchester, VT. It wasn't very crowded (because it was raining naturally) but there was a group of die hard jumpers who probably thought Simi was a god. They even tried to imitate him, and they failed. I was a little worried one of the guys was going to hit his head on the rock trying to flip. He didn't, but he should probably remember to always adventure within rational boundaries. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Simi about to do some amazing trick, probably.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Skyler wasn't quite as excited about this adventure. It was raining and not super pleasant outside.</td></tr>
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Because it has been raining so much, the trails around Stratton are more like streams. We had a longish run up Mad Tom Notch (I think that's the right name) and by the end everyone was completely coated in mud. But it did make the 2 hour run go by a lot faster, because I kept trying to avoid the largest mud puddles and just hit the smaller ones. Adventure runs go by a lot faster than a 2 hour pavement pounder. And are a lot more fun. Especially with good company.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Isabel really excited pre-running adventure.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Isabel and me being fierce after our adventure through the rain forest (or the AT trail in Peru, VT..pretty much the same thing)</td></tr>
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For the fourth of july, Isabel and Sophie abandoned me. Isabel went with David (and is still actually there) to his family's place in upstate New York (I think), and Sophie went to Nantucket with Dan. It's ok though, because Hanover isn't far away so I went up there for some more adventures. We went and explored the ledges with the intention of swimming, but the water was way too high and quick (thanks to all the rain) so instead we just kind of hopped around on the rocks and threw them. It was beautiful out however, so a lot of fun. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Boys and Backpacks ready to throw rocks at other rocks at the Ledges near Hanover</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It was really pretty driving home from Hanover on the 4th.. I feel like this could be the cover of a country album.</td></tr>
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The last two weeks have been pretty big weeks of both training (a lot of intensity and also a lot of volume) and adventuring. All of this training and adventuring is tiring. I've been getting better at recovering correctly, but I still get pretty antsy and want to just get up and go do something. So to counter that I've been trying to do a lot of reading and in general just enjoying life and the sun (whenever that comes out).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Recovering.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Skyler's dog Brady. This picture has nothing to do with adventuring or recovering, but it is adorable.</td></tr>
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Other great ways to recover correctly include (but are not limited to) fireworks and eating food. We've had a lot of good food lately. Sverre brought home raspberries from his parents house, which were amazing and gone way to quickly. We also made s'mores at Andy's cabin, which I hadn't had in a long time, and were still delicious. Also, as it turns out, both of the Annies (myself and Annie Pokorny) have things we love to make...Annie P makes waffles and I make muffins.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fireworks are lots of fun, minus the mosquitos.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jessie trying to achieve the coveted golden brown.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Annie Pokorny's waffles (she made them, I ate them)</td></tr>
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It has been a great two weeks of adventuring, and on Saturday I'm biking 100 miles for the Prouty, a ride sponsored by the Norris Cancer Center to help raise money to cure cancer. A great cause, and undoubtedly the ride will be another great adventure.<br />
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hugz and kissezAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02871995037108653212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088315244645961.post-65439060262575155782013-06-27T11:46:00.004-07:002013-06-27T11:46:57.715-07:0010 things I love about now<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">As Erika so subtly pointed out to me this morning (and my mom as well.. maybe not a coincidence) it has been 10 days since the last post. Completely unrelated but at the same time not, one of my favorite movies is 10 things I hate about you (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AWmjzCZr0Jw). So, inspired by Erika's day counting, and the aforementioned movie, I've decided to compile a list of 10 things I love about now (because love is so much more fun than hate).</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">1. Recovering outside.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Gus did remind us that laying in the sun isn't recovery, but every once in awhile is just fine. I'm pretty sure that maximum recovery also involves getting sufficient stock piles of Vitamin D, and I'm currently in no shortage. I've also finally attained a non-ghost like appearance, so when I stand in front of a clean white wall I don't just blend in. Although I do still occasionally enhance my "tan" with the occasional neon article of clothing (well ok all the time).</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> 2. Amazing views. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">This is from "lookout point" on Equinox Mountain, which Annie and I ran (ok mostly walked) up for an easier day of training. It's so funny having another person named Annie around, and is requiring some more specific naming. I'm also not still not used to saying my own name out loud, but I'm psyched that she's here and she makes an excellent training partner.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> 3. Not crying</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">A couple days ago we hopped into some skate speeds (my favorite workout) with the REG camp currently happening at SMS. It's an awesome time--lots of people all running around and skiing really fast. That said, it makes me feel really old because I remember going to REG camp and that seems like a really, REALLY long time ago. But back to not crying... so during the speeds I had my first ever crash. I had just been waiting for the day I totally ate it, because before that day I had only experienced one minor crash 2 years ago. But immediately after that minor crash I was giggling because I literally fell over Isabel, but then I looked down and saw that my thumb was bleeding, and started sobbing. This fall was much worse, but I didn't cry. I just put on my big girl pants and finished up the speed session. Sometimes that's what you have to do--put on the big girl pants and keep on keepin' on. Although putting on pants still hurts. Good thing its dress season!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> 4. Isabel</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Every day I am constantly reminded how lucky I am to have Isabel as a constant companion. She is the most wonderful, genuine, happy, supportive, loyal and beautiful person I think I know. Love you boo!</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Vermont Wildflowers are beautiful. After a double pole workout in Weston (where there a lot of big hills) I made Isabel get out of the car and go frolic in them. It didn't take much convincing.</span></td></tr>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> 5. The Super Moon</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">A couple of nights ago the world experienced a super moon. According to Wikipedia, a super moon is when a full moon is closest to the earth, resulting in the largest apparent size of the moon. It's technically called the perigee-syzygy of the Earth-Moon-Sun Syste<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">m. Our Power was out for the night, so Isabel and I took the opportunity to stay up and look at it! It was awesome, the iphone doesn't do it justice. In addition we saw a lot of fireflies, and apparently fire flies "light up" to attract mates during mating season, and that the light created by fire flies is the only light that doesn't emit energy because it is a chemical reaction in the bug. Fun Fact courtesy of Isabel! Isabel and I are going to hunt fire flies later this summer.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> 6. Swimming (or in my case sitting next to the snow making pond, observing).</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Following lots of big sweaty workouts (like the L3 bounding up Stratton Mountain we did today--a ton of fun in part because of the huge group of people--so cool!) a lot of time we head to the snow making pond. The water is very clean and a superb temperature, and maybe by the end of the summer I'll make it in. Sophie beat me too it--she went in today! Which is rare because normally we are the two sitting by the edge dipping our toes in :) Speaking of Sophie...</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Jordan Fields--or Fields of Dreams as we affectionately call him--came to visit us from Woodstock, VT for a couple of days. He was a PG last year in the fall, and we sure miss having him around. Caption: Hidden Tiger, Crouching Fields.</span></td></tr>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> 7. Soph's Back!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Sophie just got back from a 5 week western adventure. She was in Bend with the US Ski Team (which she is now a part of...yay!) and then 3 weeks in Park City, Utah training. I'm glad she had such a fun time, but I'm glad-er that she's back here. Similar to Isabel, I love Sophie for all the same reasons. Must run in the family.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Isabel is also really excited that Soph (or Doph) is back.</span></td></tr>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> 8. Red the Cat</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I love Red, one of the Caldwell's cats. The other cat is named Dudley Rose, and so far neither of them have been eaten by the fox. Hooray! Red likes to lay outside with me, and he apparently even has interest in being a cover girl. He's so majestic, he could probably start their first feline-friendly line. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> 9. Rainbows!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Just towards the end of strength yesterday, we all looked outside and saw not only a rainbow, but the lowest rainbow I've ever seen AND both ends of it. Sorry to say there wasn't a pot of gold, but we still felt lucky. And we are lucky--all of us get to spend the summer training and hanging out, and appreciating all the wonderful things Vermont has to offer. I was also feeling especially lucky, because I have an easy week in strength. I've been working really hard at putting on some muscle in my legs, and I think its paying off, but its always nice to have an easy unload week. The arms are next. I'll probably feel them tomorrow after the double pole intervals we have planned (likely in the pouring rain). But after rain there are often rainbows, so it all comes full circle.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> 10. Sports Bra Tan Lines</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Maybe this is weird, but one of my favorite parts of summer is getting a sports bra tan line. And every year its kind of fun to see how long I can keep it into the winter. One year it never even went away. Some people hate them, but I just embrace it. T-Shirt tan lines, on the other hand, I am not a fan of. So I avoid those at absolutely all costs.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And on a final note, today is Sverre and Lilly's 26th wedding anniversary! Congratulations, and thank you so so much for having me. I miss my Minnesota family and home very much, but feel very lucky to have another place I can call home on the East.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02871995037108653212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088315244645961.post-75843654644462032612013-06-17T14:07:00.000-07:002013-06-17T14:09:50.444-07:00VermontIt's summer time! and it has been awhile. But regardless it IS back--Adventures with Annie (hi soph and erika). And I'm back training with the lovely SMS T2 team in Stratton, VT. My living quarters, have, however, greatly improved since the fall. Instead of the infamous lift line, the Peru Caldwell Family, headed by the ever gracious Lilly and Sverre Caldwell, are putting me up for the summer.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Peru Caldwell house staple: The Piggly Wiggly Morning Coffee. This was taken on the first sunny day in actually 4 days. Instagram worthy, filter choice debatable, but the coffee was amazing.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Caldwell's lawn is filled with beautiful wildflowers. The orangey-tangeriney-sunshiny-happy colored ones are my favorite. Which is strange because there are pink wildflowers too.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oscar (a Dartmouth teammate) enjoying the first day of sunlight. Getting his bronze on.</td></tr>
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Living in vermont for the summer, I've been exposed to a slightly different scene then normal. For one, the boys chop woods for the fire place in preparation for the (hopefully) cold winter ahead. For another, some of the biggest news in the town of Peru is that Marvin, the postmaster, is leaving. Everyone is really devastated by his departure, as he was very nice and showed everyone the stamps before purchase. Also, on a more personal note, he figured out I was living at the Caldwell's for the summer and is advising the incoming postmistress that any mail addressed to a "Ms. Hart" should be forwarded to the Caldwell's box. I met Marvin briefly, and am very saddened by his departure. The incoming postmistress has a lot to live up to. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Picture not staged. But do notice Austin's impeccable forward lean. Power application double pole practice. No wonder vermonters are so fast at skiing!</td></tr>
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Another difference from past summers is the presence of wild animals. Isabel ran into a bear on her run one morning, we saw a porcupine waddle (and it was waddling, he was so fat and so slow), and there has been a fox trying to eat Dudley Rose and Red (the two Caldwell cats). The fox roams around the perimeter of the house, and actually got a little taste of Dudley Rose right off of the back terrace. The boys are trying to kill the fox, and Austin actually threw two kitchen knives at it one time. Needless to say, he didn't even come close to hitting, much less killing, the fox.<br />
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Austin may be terrible at killing foxes with kitchen knives, but he is good (well better than all of us) at horseshoes. In the backyard the Caldwell's have a horseshoe pit, and this afternoon we all played. Rather Austin and Isabel "played," while Oscar, Dave and I just tossed horseshoes and hoped for the best, and also looked out for each other's incoming throws. Regardless of ability level, the game was taken very seriously.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's unclear what Oscar is celebrating here, seeing as I think he, Dave, and I scored a combined 2 points.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I tried many different techniques, none of them proving to be very effective. As it turns out, hand eye coordination is not my thing. I'm a little embarrassed by this picture, but it aptly depicts the game.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Austin, who is actually good (well better) at the game, shows the proper technique. According to Austin, "It is all about being one with the horseshoe."</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sometimes it was unclear who got the points. Everyone got involved in the decision making process. Here Oscar shows his decision making face. Cute.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Then Oscar got ahold of the phone. Selfie!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And then in typical Vermont fashion, it went from beautiful, sunny, swimsuit weather to thunder storming. Metal horseshoes and lightening together are not a good idea.</td></tr>
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It wouldn't be a complete blog without the mention of both food and training. Training so far has been going well. We've done some speeds, and some light intensity, a lot of strength, and so far one OD. I'm decently tired, as I think my training in the last week and a half about equals the amount of training I did in the entire month of May. School this past term was tough--I was talking an extra class to supplement my winter courses, and I was really focused on just recovering, running the Vermont Marathon, and getting psyched for summer training. So I'm looking forward to hopefully a lot of sunny days filled with lots of fun training, but so far nothing huge to report on that end. Other than the fact that I hate double poling.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another typical Vermont thing: covered bridges. An artsy shot of Annie Pokorny and I with maybe an hour to go in the ski. We had a really nice ski and I am looking forward to many more!</td></tr>
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On the baking end I've also been slacking on a little bit. After getting to the Caldwell's from Hanover, I've been doing a lot of reading and a lot of relaxing. BUT I did make some cupcakes (really good cupcakes if I do say so myself) for a big gathering that Lilly hosted with some of the Stratton skiers. They were vanilla cupcakes with a vanilla buttercream frosting, with a raspberry for garnish. I think that simple cupcakes are better than crazy ones, and I think these were just about perfect. Although Gus would have preferred more raspberries. And I would have preferred muffins, but not everyone feels the same way about muffins that I do.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cover of my future cookbook. Lilly liked how the raspberries matched my dress! Actually not planned, but a happy coincidence.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">GETINMYBELLY! So good.</td></tr>
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It's sunny again, and I think I might go learn to chop wood.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My best friend Isabel. We are going to be spending the summer together (again!) and I'm so excited. She's obviously really excited too.</td></tr>
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hugz and kissezAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02871995037108653212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088315244645961.post-5728276778054644972012-11-16T11:52:00.001-08:002012-11-16T11:52:59.041-08:00The West!Snow is awesome, even when there isn't much of it. Mainly I like snow because that means I don't have to roller ski anymore. That's what I kept telling myself on my last roller ski at home, where it was cold and hilly and I'm pretty sure I managed to find a headwind going both directions (yuck). But I got myself through it (mental battle) and the next day I flew West to meet up with the rest of the SMS team in Bozeman! It was so nice seeing everyone, and Erika's dad and his fiance were kind enough to let us bum at their house in Bozeman before we headed West. Highlights of our time in Bozeman:<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well technically this wasn't in Bozeman yet, but on the airplane Taylor Swift was the featured celebrity in Sky Magazine (BIG deal). Her new album recently came out, if you haven't heard it, well get on it.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This dog. This is Lucy, one of Erika's puppies. She is big and goofy but really nice. She sort of has a hurt paw so she has to be careful, and we have to be sure that she doesn't try to eat the bandage off. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was on the first run we did on our first afternoon in Bozeman. It was COLD. I had forgotten how cold the winter is, and I was only wearing ankle socks. Ankles were not pleased.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The HUGE teddy bear from Costco, where everything is bigger. And where pictures are not allowed as we found out later. Whoopsies.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This. <br /></td></tr>
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Other highlights of Bozeman not photographed included shopping with Sophie. We went to this really cute store, both went in saying we were not going to get anything but both came out with some choice purchases. Also we saw the new James Bond movie which was exceptional. Although the first time we went to go see it I was the only one who got a ticket because then the movie sold out. I felt like Charlie from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory because I had the golden ticket, but I gave it back so I could see it with everyone. I don't see myself ever really enjoying going to the movie theater by myself. Skiing wise, we skied most days up at Bohart (where NCAAs was and my favorite place to ski), and then one day in town we did "L3" intervals. The "L3" was more like low level 4, but we all learned about pacing and recovering at altitude, which I still need some work on.<div>
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I learned that lesson again today while doing some L4 intervals up at the Plateau in West Yellowstone. Recovering up high is not easy, and that is a good thing to get ingrained in my mind before the first set of races. Pacing has never really been my thing, but definitely worth trying to improve.<br /><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Turns out being photogenic isn't really one of my skills either. Soph and I preparing to take what was supposed to be a nice picture. Unclear what I'm doing (maybe giving a half hearted thumbs up), but it looks awesome.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I guess Erika's not good at photos either. Super unclear what she is doing here, but needless to say she looks super intimidating, world watch out. Erika the super snow plower coming in for the win.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I guess I'm also not that good at jumping. Or timing, maybe both. Part of our new strength is just doing a ton of one legged hops, and obviously I need to work on those if only to master the jump picture. This shot is awesome none the less. At Dartmouth there is a tradition that the first snow fall of the year we do a bikini ski on the green. So us Dartmouth girls (look Isabel is here (on the far right)!!!!!) did one in West. We got some weird looks.</td></tr>
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And now we are just sitting by the fire (which Soph sat too close to yesterday and managed to burn a nice hole in her new puffy), relaxing and recovering until the next workout (strength, which means jumps which means mehhh ouch). Then back to Bozeman for what will hopefully be a beautiful ski tomorrow!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02871995037108653212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088315244645961.post-21717322123965876672012-11-04T06:47:00.000-08:002012-11-04T06:47:27.657-08:00home!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
I arrived home about a week ago, and my time here has been quite relaxed. I pretty much train whenever I want, and because this is a recovery period in preparation for West Yellowstone and Bozeman, the training has been pretty light. What was not light were my bags coming back from Canmore. One of my bags was 66 pounds, and the other one 55. But I only paid overweight baggage for one of them, and then got karma for the one I didn't pay for. See below.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is how my ski bag came off the plane....whoops. At least they did a stand up tape job, I don't think anything's missing (although I haven't unpacked the bag yet so I guess I actually have no idea).<br /></td></tr>
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Also when I got home I got to meet our new cat, Boss, for the first time. Boss is mischievous, and thinks he is super cat. He got himself stuck in the vent in my room the first night. We used a piece of steak to lure him from his hole. Henry and Val treat this cat like he's a real person (which is probably why Boss thinks he is a real person).<br />
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I've been a little bored at times this past week at home, as evidenced by this shot of Hobo....It's not photoshopped at all, I promise...<br />
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One of the best parts about being home is going back into St. Paul. I love all the little towns we've been too, but I do enjoy being in an actual city. If not only because I love people watching. This man had an umbrella up in the store, I'm pretty sure that's the worst bad luck you can ever wish upon yourself. But he' probably enjoying a fabulous dessert, because this place (Bread and Chocolate) has the best desserts ever. I had a snicker doodle cookie. It was good.<br />
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The worst part about getting old is not being able to trick-or-treat (or if you do it is awkward because you know every person is wondering what you are doing). And the worst part about Halloween at our house is that we rarely ever get any trick-or-treaters. I don't think there are even any more kids in our neighborhood, and Val left us to go trick or treating with her friends in St. Paul. So, naturally, I made grilled cheese. With jack-o-lantern faces.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Halloween dinner! Jack-o-lantern grilled cheese with blood (tomato soup).</td></tr>
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In lower school, coloring was probably my best skill (self call acknowledged). The grocery store always gives out Halloween coloring pictures, and while I may be too old to trick-or-treat, I am never too old to color. <br />
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In addition to coloring to use up some time, I also went through a whole bunch of pictures I found from back in the day. A selection of my favorites...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I used to take serious advantage of the fact that Henry was younger than me by 2 years. For example, we used to play monopoly together and I told him I was the banker, and therefore I had all the money in the bank. He would run out of money really quickly, and I would not only get all his money but keep all the money in the entire game. I also used to lick the oreo filling and then put the cookies back together and give them to Henry. It took him quite some time to realize that most oreos have filling on the inside. Sorry Hen. Or in this pictured instance, I made him play dress up with me. And hold my purse.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I think this picture was for my Aunt Charlotte's wedding. All I remember from the photo shoot was that Val was being a little sassy (although she looks really cute and happy in this picture, trust me she was not like this for all of them).</td></tr>
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So today I have a long run, and then tomorrow is off! I think I'm going to the big Mall of America with my mom, so that will be an adventure (and maybe a level 1 workout). And then to Bozeman on Friday! I miss my SMS buds and can't wait to see them!!!!<br />
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Due to the sloth-like internet at our little apartments in Canmore, I'm currently sitting in one of the many coffee shops Canmore has to offer. This one is called the Good Earth, and initially I wanted to come here because at home (a place I will be in 1 day, 3 hours and 19 minutes...not that I'm counting) the Good Earth restaurant is amazing. And the coffee shop doesn't disappoint! The other really cool one in Canmore is called communitea, and its one of those super zen super modern looking places...with 80 different kinds of tea! It's super yummy, the internet password is givemeahug but its one of those places I feel weird taking out a computer...don't want to mess with the vibes or anything.</div>
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Other than going to coffee shops for internet, we go to them to keep ourselves occupied between training sessions! It has been awesome skiing this early in the season, and I hope it helps later on! We have skied every day except yesterday (when we took an amazing trip to banff/lake louise...see pictures below) and I am starting to feel a lot more comfortable on skis, even if I'm becoming a little (a lot) tired. The highlights have been a 10k timetrial (which was hard), and today we had an awesome skate speed session. We like to think of ourselves as the miracles on ice (at least 95% of skiing fast is feeling fast...and looking fast). Confidence is key to that, so its good to pep each other up during the workout. Tomorrow we have a classic sprint simulation, so that should be super exciting. Then strength then home! I'm pumped to go home, I haven't been in awhile and I miss the good old midwest (even though I think I'm starting to consider the east coast a second home and I like real maple syrup better than Aunt Jemima, nothing quite beats going home to my own original bed). Enjoy the pictures!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The crew minus Jessie and Gus in front of lake louise. It looks like a fake background, but I promise it's not. REAL LIFE. Eric Packer photo.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sometimes Skyler and I like to push each others buttons...In the absence of my real brother Henry to wrestle (watch out Henry), Skyler has been a great substitute. We can thank Erika for this gem!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">But other times Skyler and I get along. Erika is so good at capturing both sides of Skyler's and my interactions. Thanks ruka :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Speaking of brothers, here is my real one Henry and me. Talk about full circle! My family used to go on alpine skiing trips for spring break and one of our trips was to Banff and Lake Louise! I had great style back then, and check out that pose. Maybe I should have been an alpiner. Thanks mom for digging up this shot, can't wait to see you!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">But if I'd been an alpiner I probably wouldn't have met Soph! Soph and I always get along. It's really great to have such a good friend there all the time, I don't know what I'd do without her! Maybe go to bed after 10 o'clock (I think our average bed time is around 9:30.). Eric packer photo.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mandatory back shot. Ever since NCAAs in Bozeman Erika, Soph, and I have been doing this shot. This might be the most amazing backdrop yet. Eric packer photo.</td></tr>
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Welp thats about it. We are also going to a halloween party tomorrow evening hosted by the Canadians after I pack all of my bags...which could be a struggle. It should be really fun. It will be a nice addition to my typical halloween night, spent waiting by the door, desperately hoping that maybe this year we will get a cute trick-or-treater, that isn't my little sister Val (although she's pretty cute). Here's to hoping!<br />
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But in Canmore there is snow!<br />
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Above Erika, Soph, and I are beginning the first set of level three intervals since arriving at 7000 feet. It was 3 by 8 minutes double poling on the flat followed by 3 by 6 minutes striding. The nice thing about being up really high is that to go level 3 (threshold) all you have to do is worry about skiing with super good techinque and BAM heart-rate 175 (my average level 3). The route we did the intervals on was alright too, I guess (just kidding it was the prettiest roller ski of my entire life). The intervals felt good, and my lactate on the last one was 4.6 which was right on target!<br />
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Everyone finally getting together for the classic and obviously necessary group shot. Utah (and the team) at its (our) finest.<br />
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But we eventually get there. As Skyler would say (about his shuffleboard game, but it still applies to these pictures too) it's not about how you start but how you finish. But ask him and Gus about their record against Packer and me in shuffle board (3-2, our favor...just sayin).</div>
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On one of our off afternoons (following the intervals) Erika and I went hiking with some of the USST alpine boys. A lot of the guys on the alpine team go to Dartmouth in the spring so we caught up with them for an easy hike. Here was the view from part way up. Ah-mazing.</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02871995037108653212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088315244645961.post-42340155946314317492012-10-08T14:10:00.002-07:002012-10-08T14:10:19.390-07:00Park City!3:15 am is an ungodly hour to be awake, doing anything. Yet that was the time our alarms were set for our travel day to Park City. The travel day went pretty smoothly, and Sophie and I only had one sprint. We had a really short layover in the homeland (Minneapolis airport) and Sophie and I were almost positive we were going to miss our flight. We even heard our names over the loudspeakers calling us for the last boarding call (rockstars!). But, we got our airport sweat on and made the flight with 30 seconds to spare. We arrived in Salt Lake City, and then got picked up and driven to the most incredible home ever. Erika's Aunt and Uncle were extremely generous and are letting us stay in their home for the duration of the Park City camp, and it is sweet.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is the outer view of the house. It is about 30 minutes from soldier hollow, and only 10 minutes from the center of excellence. It is well worth the drive however. Sophie and I share a room, but then everyone else has their own. Living the life!</td></tr>
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The first day we were here we just did an easy 30 minute run, and had to remind ourselves to go extra slow. Our house is at approximately 7,200 feet and that is high. Even walking up the stairs gets me a little winded. <br />
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The next day was supposed to be an off day. But it was also outlet shopping AND Fast and Female...basically not an off day. The outlets were a success, but we will probably have to go back again at some point during our stay. The Nike outlet store is by far my favorite. Then it was on to Fast and Female, which involves two of my favorite things: pink and glitter. And this year I got to a lot of my third favorite thing: dancing. Jessie and I were in charge of the endurance dancing station, which basically entailed us dancing for an entire hour. My strategy was just never to stop, because if I did I don't think I would be able to get started again. Needless to say I think I should probably add an hour of level four dancing to my training log. Even though I was really tired after the Fast and Female event, it is a great organization that promotes healthy living by embracing strong and beautiful bodies and trying to ignore the pressure to be super thin. It is a really important message to get into young girls heads at an early age so they can grow up to be beautiful and happy with themselves both inside and out.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My healthy, strong, and beautiful teammates Sophie, Jessie and Erika. Jessie's shirt is fabulous: "Barbie wants to be me." And it's true, barbie doesn't hold a flame to Jessie!</td></tr>
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Then things got a little intense when we got back home. The house we are staying at has a shuffle board, and that is a great game. I got into a duel with Erik Bjornsen from Alaska Pacific University, and narrowly beat him in a 5 game series. Some would say I got lucky on my last shot (for those of you who know shuffle board I got 3 disks in the 4 point zone on my last shot), but I would like to think it is just raw talent. I plan on also beating Skyler, and by beating I mean destroying him at some point in the next week and a half. Watch out Skyler, I'm coming for you. And you too Gus.<br />
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How much more cliche can a blogpost get than by starting off with: "I can't believe it's October!" Well, by doing this: "I can't believe it's October, the leaves are so pretty!" But cliches are cliches for a reason: They are generally, most of the time (if not all of the time) very true. Now it's time to start the blog:<br />
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The biggest event from the past couple days was either the Reception we had for the SMS T2 team, or tieing Skyler in the leaf catching competition during or run yesterday. Or also maybe seeing a moose literally 20 seconds into our run. That's right. A moose.</div>
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The Reception: Before the reception we had a trip down to Putney to meet Zach and work on some ski grinds (or rather go down there and have him tell me what I need for my skis, but it was a learning experience for sure). He also made us some coffee, which was SO good, but it was so dark and so extremely loaded with caffeine that I was just jumpy for awhile. But I recovered from the imminent caffeine crash just in time for the reception!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The whole squad minus Jessie, who is at home (actually I think she's in park city now). We can't wait to get back and see her! This picture makes me giggle every time, just because it looks sort of like one of those awkward family photos. I can elaborate on the family tree I've created for the team at some other point :)</td></tr>
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The reception went off without a hitch, and it was a very nice way to spend some time inside instead of out in the pouring rain.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was a little distance skate we did over in New York awhile ago. It was literally pouring the entire time that day. I was still recovering from some tiredness slash sickness so I cut it a little short. In fact all of last week I took it pretty easy. But Soph and I did bench 100 pounds. And do weighted pull ups, whoaaaaaaa. Jacked (or getting there anyways).</td></tr>
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Oh yeah, it has rained every day for the past forever it seems. That made our run yesterday SO SO wet. According to Skyler during the run we looked like swamp monsters. But I was a swamp monster who caught just as many leaves as he did. The competition started about 20 minutes into the 2 hour run when Skyler started trying to catch the leaves, to no success for awhile. Then I caught one. Then he caught one. Then Erika caught none, but then Skyler and I kept on catching them. It became a pretty intense battle. I was behind one leaf for awhile, but then with about 23 minutes remaining I caught one to tie it up. Then I was on pure defense mode, I would rather tie than lose. Skyler, however, is sort of hard to play defense on only because he is like a foot taller than me. We sprinted (or threshold ran, whatever) the last 3 minutes in a fruitless effort to catch one more leaf and win, but the battle ended in a tie.</div>
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At least we had the opportunity to partake in the game, which wasn't necessarily a given seeing as a HUGE moose showed up 20 seconds into our run. Andy was convinced he was a friendly guy, Erika, Skyler and I thought otherwise. As mentioned earlier, due to Skyler's larger frame, Erika and I were using him as a shield (sorry Skyler).</div>
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I think he forgave us though, probably because of the two baked goods we have whipped out of the apartment the past couple days:</div>
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It is a parody (thankfully and hopefully), but Goodnight Moon was one of my favorite books growing up, so I was saddened in a hysterical way when I came across this title. I did purchase a book, <i>Double Cross</i> by Ben Macintyre, which chronicles that adventures of d-day solider spies. Nerdy, I know. But it's like an adventure story except with real world people which just raises the stakes infinitely. </div>
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Breakfast: This has become a pretty standard first course of breakfast for me, but today I decided to make it photo worthy. The base is some Chobani yogurt (Ah!), topped with some nectarines (questionably in season but still good), with a crown of my absolute favorite, raspberries. Then there is some wonderful granola sprinkled on the top. So simple, so good.<br />
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Dinner: Here is one of our home cooked meals from the past weekend. It turns out there were a lot of vegetables--even brussel sprouts. I'm not even sure if I like brussel sprouts that much, but they were on the table so I ate them (obviously). We also adventured out and tried some scallops (good) and some butternut squash with asparagus (better). And then for dessert we had some ice cream (the white chocolate raspberry chocolate truffle kind--better-er) with some raspberry chocolate chip cookies on the top (best). Is there anything better than a fabulous meal? Unclear.<br />
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Dessert: I don't mess around when it comes to baking. Pictured above is probably one of Erika's and my best creation yet: a maple bundt cake. We got the recipe from the Martha Stewart American Cookbook, and as Erika aptly concluded, "She may have not done everything right, but she did know how to cook." True statement. This cake was incredible, like happiness solidified in a maple-y, sugar-y, over the top amazing-y cake. YUM.<br />
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Here is Erika and I doing some solid level 3 (threshold) striding intervals up the Stratton Access road. Its got really nice new pavement, and is perfect for any level three type stuff. I had definitely felt better in my life, but also much worse. As it turns out after that day I developed a little sniffles, but I've been pounding the vitamin C and some really nasty zinc chews and feel a lot better today. So I'll keep today pretty easy and hope that this sucker is gone for good!</div>
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As it turns out the mouse is actually really smart (and also strong seeing as it ate some powerbars) and didn't stick his head in the trap like he was supposed to. Therefore he didn't die. So when we (by we I mean Eric Packer) let him go he just scurried off no harm done. Probably just a flesh wound. So he'll be back. As will I in my next post!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02871995037108653212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088315244645961.post-45842784158653417492012-09-23T12:50:00.002-07:002012-09-23T12:51:23.379-07:00Race then Rest!<br />
Woof. The Lake Placid camp was great, but man I was one tired pup after the whole week. The week of intensity ended with a classic sprint simulation which ended up being really fun. At first I wasn't that amped on it--I was tired, a little bit cranky and my muscles did NOT want to cooperate. So the qualifier wasn't the greatest--I gotter done but in no spectacular fashion. But then I worked into the heats a little bit and got the super sweet chance to move up into the A final and that was awesome. I definitely need to work a little bit on sprint heat tactics, and there is no better way to do that then practice with the best in the country! It was really awesome to be able to be a part of that, so thanks NENSA and the USST! Below are some pictures from that day.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here I am in the first heat I did. This was coming off of a decently sketchy downhill turn. No one fell which is super, but there were definitely some close calls. Maybe the most terrifying noise in the world is that off metal bearings scratching at the pavement as the skiers tried to make the turns. In the heats the girls were all pretty careful--we were choosing life over death. The boys were maybe a little more aggressive, but still no causalities so woo!. Faster skier photo (this one and then the next two!)</td></tr>
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We also got lactate tested after the qualifier and then again after the last of our simulated heats. After the qualifier I was 9.9 and then after the last final I was 9.6. I'm not entirely sure what this means, whether these are good or bad numbers, but they are the numbers I had!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sophie, me and Ida (in that order left to right) lead off the pack for the start of our last heat. The course was pretty difficult. It started on a steep uphill that turned into a more stridable one, then shot down two really fast hills, followed by a bit of a double pole zone and then a nasty uphill finish. I think I need to work on my double poling the most, and it was awesome to be able to see where I need to improve vis-a-vis the top sprinters in the country! Shout out to Soph for winning the whole thing!</td></tr>
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After the sprint, Sophie, Erika and I all headed back to Hanover to hang out at Dartmouth for a little bit. I missed all of my dartmouth college buddies and so it was great to catch up with them and I also got to meet all of our new freshman which was awesome. I also did a real world activity and got my oil changed and my tires rotated. I feel like the Jiffy-Lube guy could sense that I knew absolutely nothing about cars, but I just kept saying that all I wanted was a tire rotation and an oil change. Every once in a while its good to do a real person activity :) Erika did a great job keeping me company during this grown up experience.</div>
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After staying in Hanover for two nights (and two off days which were well received) I headed back up to Stratton and went to the Peru fair! The delicacy for the day was a quail shish-ka-bob which was delicious. Erika and I also munched on some kettle corn, and waited for a very old man to read through 36 raffle ticket numbers. We didn't win anything. All I want is to win a raffle some day. Setting high goals for the future.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here is me having a staring contest with an Alpaca at the Peru fair. If only those little guys knew how much their fur was worth. I wanted to pet them, but wasn't sure if that was allowed. And after the duck incident (see previous post), I wasn't about to take any chances. Erika Flowers photo</td></tr>
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Speaking of small animals, we have a mouse in our apartment. It scurried across my feet this morning at breakfast, and Erika and I are determined to get rid of that little sucker before Sophie comes back to us from Boston (hi Dan!). Erika and I are planning a wonderful dinner with some Raspberry Oatmeal bars for dessert (English Matrimonial or Princess bars are real baking names for them--whatever you call them they are delicious).</div>
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But basically my body is feeling a lot better after a couple days of recovery, and I'm looking forward to jumping back into some training. And my new skis came from Fischer! Christmas in September.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02871995037108653212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088315244645961.post-6359948072336074002012-09-18T11:01:00.000-07:002012-09-18T11:01:22.040-07:00If you give a duck a scone...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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One of my favorite books growing up was "If you give a mouse a cookie," which then was followed by the even better sequel "If you give a moose a muffin" (obviously that book was going to be better because muffins are prominently featured in the title). The general premise of both books is that if you give a mouse a cookie (or a moose a muffin), then he is going to want some milk. And if he wants some milk then he is going to want more and more and more. Turns out this story has its roots in reality. </div>
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After a great classic ski with Soph (see above picture), Soph, Erika, Jessie and I went to an amazing bakery and got some excellent scones (Raspberry White Chocolate--YUM). We then went down to the waterfront to enjoy our scones on the wonderful day, and ran into a team of ducks. At first they seemed really cute and really friendly, and in Jessie's favorite term "really nice."</div>
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But for some reason I couldn't get the stupid ducks to come closer to me for a picture. So I had the brilliant idea of feeding the ducks a piece of my scone to get them to come a little bit closer. They did in fact come closer. Too close. One sort of nipped my finger with his beak and I freaked out a little bit. And then the ducks gained a lot of confidence, so while we were taking the below picture, one of the ducks ran off with a chunk of Jessie's cookie. Instead of being called friendly, Jessie dubbed the ducks devious. So my next endeavor in life is writing the book "If you give a duck a scone..." Then he is going want some cookie.</div>
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The next day we started off with some super fun skate speeds. I have been working really hard on improving my skate technique, and there is no better way to do this than follow some of the best in the country at max speed. Below I follow Ida in one of the uphill skate speeds. The way the speeds were organized was on a continuos 20ish minute loop with 3-4 speeds dropped in. Its a good way to practice reacting to mass start tactics, and just really fun. As long as you don't fall. Every time I started a speed I would sort of pray that I didn't end up on my belly on the pavement. Not only would that be sort of embarrassing, but it would hurt a lot.<br />
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We also practiced going down hills really fast. As Jessie very wisely pointed out earlier in the fall (I can't believe I'm already saying "earlier in the fall"), at least half of a race is downhill (in most cases--not so in climb to the castle, see below pictures). So it is super important to be able to go really fast down hills as well.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here Erika and I work on our downhill speed. These are the most frightening, because if you fall, it will hurt really bad. I have yet to ever have a serious roller ski accident so I probably am not as scared as I should be. USSA Nordic photo</td></tr>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And finally here are some pictures from the Climb to the Castle courtesy of faster skier. Obviously no downhill here. I think I sort of look like a ghost in the solo shot. It's scary, I don't really like the vacancy in my eyes, but I think it rather well depicts not only the epic-ness of that day, but also just how hard that race was. The other picture is a shot sometime within the first mile or two of Jessie leading, with me next then Ida and then Sophie. It was a lot more fun skiing in a group than by yourself (as I learned).</span></div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02871995037108653212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088315244645961.post-69805514713453400402012-09-15T10:36:00.000-07:002012-09-15T10:36:01.695-07:00EpicI am writing this post from Soph's and my abode at the Olympic Training Center in Lake Placid, where we both are somewhat corpse-like after our epic Climb to the Castle. The Climb to the Castle is an annual event put on by the NYSEF (New York Ski Education Foundation), and it is literally 5 miles of uphill. It is unlike any other ski race (thankfully), and today it was even better (worse?) due to the wind and rain that greeted us at the top. At least it was epic.<br />
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This terrible epic-ness of today contrasts sharply with the past couple days I've enjoyed. Following the running time trial (see previous post on Roses and Thorns), we enjoyed a day off in which Erika and I got our domesticity on. Our biggest success was rice crispy footballs for the football fanatics on our team (Skyler and Gus), but they were enjoyed by many. We also made some muffins, as well as some cookies that unfortunately were terrible. They held a lot of promise--the main ingredient (besides the absurd amount of flour which is why they were not good) was pretzel m&ms. Whoever invented the pretzel m&m is a genius. They are hands down the best version out there, and arguably the best candy known to man (maybe a bit of an exaggeration, but then again maybe not).<br />
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The next day we headed out to Lake Placid, but not before stopping at an AMAZING breakfast place in Manchester. The little hole in the wall is called Up for Breakfast, and you literally have to go up because it is on the top story of a building. It was stellar, and a good way to start off the 3ish hour drive. Upon arrival at Placid we did a nice easy run and settled into OTC life. The OTC can get a little dull at times, but by watching a lot of movies, reading a lot, and spending a lot of time in the dining hall we make the time FLY by (times flies while your having fun!).<br />
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The next day we did some speeds in the morning followed by an easy skate ski in preparation for the epic-ness that was today. <br />
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In my typical fashion I started off probably too hard. But for me I find that unless I get off to a good hard start, I have a lot of trouble getting myself into racing mentality. So I generally go pretty hard from the start, hang on, hoping for the best but also expecting the worst. The idea is that with every year I will be able to hang on for longer. So far, so good, as this year went a lot better than last year--almost 9 minutes so! Here is a link to the results--hopefully some more pictures and a full report will emerge at some point http://blogs.fasterskier.com/insidetrack/2012/09/15/stephen-claims-third-climb-to-the-castle-victory/. If any good pictures surface I will be sure to post them!<br />
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I started off with the lead group of girls (minus Liz Stephen who was leagues in front of everyone--way to kill it!), and then started to feel the pain train around 2ish miles. So I dropped off the pace a bit, but managed to keep things going well until the end. I think I ended up 7th and the 3rd U23, so both things I am really happy with!<br />
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Gus, Sophie, and I after the finish, all sporting our matching beanie hats. That is Gus, smiling.<br />
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Hugz and KissezAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02871995037108653212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088315244645961.post-90291241488712813042012-09-12T06:15:00.001-07:002012-09-12T06:15:32.002-07:00Roses and ThornsIn high school (and okay occasionally in college too) we would play a game called roses and thorns. Basically the premise of the game is to say the rose of your day (or week or month or whatever) and then the contrasting thorn. Roses are good things, while thorns are bad things. And as Poison has assured us, every rose has it's thorn (or Miley Cyrus in her version...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eqv9IyrcLfc). Either way, for this blog that's what I'm going to do. My roses and thorns for the last day in a half or so.<br />
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Dinner at the Caldwells. I get probably a little too excited for dinner at the Caldwells, but that's only because every time I go the meal somehow manages to be better than the one before (Thanks Lilly!). She really outdid herself this time with prosciutto wrapped shrimp and nectarines AND pineapple all on one shish-kabob and grilled to perfection (Thanks Sverre!). Lots of delicious sides, and then to top it all off some super good fudgey brownies from the new Bromley Market near Peru, VT. So good. <br />
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I can't sleep past like 7. So while sleeping over at the Caldwells (thanks Isabel for letting me use your bed) is a definite Rose, I really wish I could sleep in.<br />
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Breakfast. We made waffles. Enough said.<br />
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Strength. I really like our new strength program. It makes me feel really intense because its a lot of lifting really heavy things, while still looking good (naturally).<br />
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Running time trial. This was not that much fun for me. It was supposed to be an 8.8 mile run (which in and of itself is a pretty long time), but then Erika and I got a little lost so we added some to that, and then I bonked a little bit (a lot a bit), but the Rose for this thorn is that I did in fact finish even if it wasn't my greatest showing. Sometimes that's all you can ask your body to do in a race--finish!<br />
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Another Rose: I have the best teammates ever! Erika and Soph give me some wise words following the running time trial. Loves of my life!<br />
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Another Rose! We all wore pink on accident one day, and I love pink!<br />
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Date night with Erika. Dan (hi dan) and Soph made Soba noodles and dumplings together, which left Erika and I on our own. We decided to whip up a little pizza with some pesto, arugula, italian sausage, peaches, and fresh mozzarella. Yummy in my tummy. We followed that up with some left over brownies and ice cream, then a showing of Snow White and the Huntsman. I never knew that Snow White could be so dark! But it was really good.<br />
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This is another obvious Rose. Erika working on some striding technique, while I got to hitch along for the ride.<br />
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I woke up this morning and I am incredibly sore. My hip flexors feel like rubber bands that are pulled just a little bit too tight and are about to snap. So this leads me to my last...<br />
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It's a good thing we have an off day. Erika and I have some intense baking planned (domestic divas), so our apartment will be smelling like yummy baked things. We leave for Lake Placid for a week tomorrow so I guess I actually have one last Thorn...<br />
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Packing. Yuck.<br />
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I have more roses than thorns!<br />
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Hugz and Kissez!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02871995037108653212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088315244645961.post-56473533130092974712012-09-10T10:26:00.005-07:002012-09-10T10:26:56.373-07:00Apples on Apples It got cold here! We went from wearing sports bras and shorts to long sleeves and capris in just one day...definitely a shift but now we are entering my favorite time of year and I am psyched. I absolutely love fall. The leaves are just beginning to turn, the air is nice and crisp leaving everyone all rosy cheeked at the end of workouts, and of course lots of apples! Following a couple hard workouts--the double pole test, a 50 mile bike ride with ridiculous head wind, new strength, and some L3 skate intervals--we all went apple picking at the Mad Town Orchard near Manchester and MAN did we bring back a lot. But I'm getting ahead of myself--<br />
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First the double pole test. It was my first time doing the Stratton double pole test, and it was HARD. It was about 4 minutesish I think, and there is a steep pitch right at the beginning, followed by some rolling parts and finishing with a nice gradual hill that feels really hard after 3 and half minutes of pounding. It went well, I PRd (well obviously with it being my first time), and 20 out of the 23 people who did the test PRd. Obviously they are doing something right here! Following the test we did some speeds, working on quickness. I had the pleasure of doing a couple with freshman Scott Mooney (pictured below), and he is a quick one!<br />
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After the test I hustled up to Middlebury to do the Kelly Brush ride. It is an amazing event filled with lots of wonderful endurance athletes all fundraising for the Kelly Brush Foundation. Kelly suffered a severe spinal injury while downhill racing in one of the carnivals, and lost the mobility in her legs. But instead of just remaining dormant, she picked up hand cycling and help found the Kelly Brush Foundation, which aims to encourage safe ski racing, help those athletes with spinal cord injuries, as well as support research into curing paralysis. The course was wonderful, minus the absurd head winds. It took so long to do 50 miles, but it was definitely worth it! Here is the link to the organizations website if you want to learn more! http://www.kellybrushfoundation.org/<br />
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Following the ride, I bustled down to Stratton to do day 2 of our new strength program. HOLY BUCKETS. My bum is still so sore from some lunges, but I definitely feel my self getting stronger. My bum continued to become more sore as the next morning we put on a bit of an interval show for the NENSA coach's symposium. We did L3 skate intervals at BMD, and they were quite nice. We had a large audience, so I think we were all trying extra hard to look our best, but it was a quality workout at the perfect temperature. After the intervals I got to have lunch with Cami--my coach at Dartmouth--and it was so nice catching up with her. Makes me miss school ! (well not the homework part necessarily but everything else :)<br />
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Here we are finishing an interval, Sophie and I (with Jessie) are both checking our heart rates to report to Sverre who did a great job tracking our average and max heart rates along with how long each loop took. Both of the above photos are from the SMS blog!</div>
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To recover from the the intervals, we all went apple picking. At first I didn't have to walk, because Jessie just carted me along. It was quite nice, but it turns out going downhill is a lot easier than going up hill (who new??). But either way we got a LOT of apples, and so last night for dinner every item (except for the bread) had apples in it. Sophie and her boyfriend Dan made us some really good butternut squash apple soup, then we had pork seared with apples, an apple goat cheese salad, and then to top it off apple crisp! Needless to say, I think we are all set on apples for awhile.<br />
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And now Jessie, Eric, Skyler, and Andy are all headed up to Lake Placid for the USST camp, and Erika, Sophie and I will join them there on Thursday! So its just us girls for a little bit, and tonight we are going to Sophie's house for a sure-to-be delicious dinner, followed by waffles in the morning! Yum. And I'm sure some more baking will commence in the next couple days--gotta stock up on yummy goods before heading to the olympic training center in Placid!<br />
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hugz and kissez!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02871995037108653212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088315244645961.post-987896345547344582012-09-06T17:25:00.000-07:002012-09-06T17:25:05.950-07:00First Figs!Today was a great day of firsts. The first time I made french toast without mom, the first time I got the pleasure of taking Jessie shopping, the first time I actually stretched without it being associated with a workout (hi Gus), and probably most exciting, the first time I baked with figs!<br />
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First things first however--a brief recap of the last couple days (which coincidentally had some firsts in them as well!) It was my first time doing ski walking intervals with the lovely ladies of the SMST2 team, and they actually weren't that terrible! We were supposed to keep them pretty easy given the 100K ski that we had just completed (woof), and it sort of felt like a harry potter world because of all the mist that was covering Stratton. Then it was our first time doing the new strength plan! The day before Gus had asked us if we were planning to walk or sit the next day, and when we gave him a questioning look and said "yeah," he laughed and said too bad that wasn't going to happen because we were going to be too sore. The strength was pretty hard, but being the first day we didn't do the full weights so we were able to sit and lay down.<br />
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This morning I managed to sleep in until 8:24, which is a big deal because my roommate and I, Erika, have been having some serious troubles sleeping past like 7. Which is a pain. Either way, I slept till 8:24, and because we had an off day we decided to make some brunch! Below is a photo that Sophie took of the delectable meal: French Toast with bacon and chobani (told you we eat a lot of it!) and peaches and some real maple syrup (which Jessie ate even though it wasn't hungry jack). That was super yummy.<br />
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A wonderful picture Sophie took of our lovely brunch. SO GOOD SO YUMMY<br />
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After we cleaned up from Brunch, Erika Soph and I walked down to the school (a whopping 20 minutes) and did some stretches. Soph has some really tight hamstrings which makes her back a little sore, so she is working hard on becoming more flexible. Then we walked back (again a blistering 20 minutes), and got ready for a big day of shopping in Manchester. Jessie keeps saying how she needs to buy regular clothes (she has an affinity for the workout clothing, which she totally rocks regardless), so we went into Manchester with that mission. But first we stopped at the North shire book store for lunch. They have AMAZING chicken curry salad, which is just AMAZING. But then we went to my favorite store, JCrew.<br />
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If I could live in one store for the rest of my life, I'm pretty sure it would be JCrew, or Nike, its really a toss up. But for this blogpost I'm going with JCrew. Everything in that store is beautiful and stunning and I wish I could have all of it. And the one in Manchester is an outlet store...so everything is cheaper which makes it doubly exciting. Jessie didn't end up getting anything at that store, but Erika, Soph and I all left with some purchases.<br />
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AFter getting nothing at JCrew, Jessie had some success at the Gap and at Banana Republic. She got a SUPER cute dress, and a really nice shirt that is very versatile. Jessie is taking a class right now, so she had to go study, so Soph and I went grocery shopping. One of the great places in Manchester is this little fresh market, duttons, with all sorts of good produce. At duttons there was a picture of a goat named Sweet Sophia, and that was so crazy because Sophie's spirit animal is a goat. So obviously that trip was meant to be.<br />
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At this point I was hungry (what's new), and luckily it was time for dinner at SMS, and the cooks there have been killing it. The food is amazing, but the only problem is they don't have dessert. Dessert is more or less a food group for me, so we have been doing lots of baking at night. This night we made Fig bars, which is something I've never done before. Figs are Soph's favorite (besides Jelly Beans, but I have yet to figure out how those might work in a cookie or bar...), so Erika and I whipped up a batch of those which are cooling on the counter right now! They smell AMAZING, and here is the recipe. http://www.ellesnewenglandkitchen.com/blog/2010/9/13/fig-nut-bars.html<br />
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And Now I'm impatiently waiting for the bars to cool, because otherwise they would totally fall apart. The next blog will report on their overall quality (which I expect be high) and also a finished picture! Alright well tomorrow we have Yoga in the morning (namaste) and then the double pole test in the afternoon, which will be another first! I'm super pumped to be here and wouldn't have it any other way!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02871995037108653212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088315244645961.post-3968392611571017912012-09-03T19:13:00.001-07:002012-09-03T19:13:36.390-07:00My first blog (WOOOOOO!!!!!!)Hi! If you're reading this, it most likely means you already know who I am, and are at least marginally interested in what I'm doing. SO, currently I am in Stratton, VT taking my off term from Dartmouth (NOT dropping out) and focusing on becoming a super speedy ski racer. I'm living in a nice little (little) apartment with Sophie Caldwell, Erika Flowers, and Jessie Diggins. I've never blogged before, but I just finished up a creative writing course this past Summer at Dartmouth so hopefully that helps me out in this latest endeavor.<br />
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Yummy Market in Maine!<br />
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I just got here last week, and it has been busy busy. We were in Maine for a week training with the Maine Winter Sports Club, getting in some solid intensity and speed (and surfing and cooking of course). Once we got back from Maine, we completed our 100K ski, which was a really long time. 6 hours. I have officially given myself a sports bra tan line for the remainder of the winter, so at least I have a permanent souvenir from that experience. It was really long, but Soph, Erika, Jessie and I managed to keep ourselves busy. One of the topics we discussed was our spirit animals. Sophie was a goat, Jessie was a chipmunk, Erika a gazelle, and I was a hybrid squirrel-honeybadger. We were shocked when we realized that during the entire ski our future weddings didn't come up, not once. In addition to fun conversations, we all participated in a "secret skier" gift exchange. Andy gave me some sweet sweat bands, and I gave Skyler some sunscreen and some muffins! For being 100K the ski went by pretty quickly.<br />
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Tanning in the scenic Shaw's grocery store parking lot in Maine<br />
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Gus kindly gave us an off day today, and to kick it off right Erika, Jessie and I whipped up some pumpkin-pecan-blueberry pancakes. THEY WERE SO GOOD. As part of my effort to keep myself entertained in between training sessions I have decided to work on some fundamental recipes in preparation for my future dream job of owning a bakery (the Rustic Muffin). So far I've made three kinds of muffins--Zucchini blueberry, lemon raspberry, and peach banana. With fall quickly approaching I've started looking at some more fallish recipes, primarily those involving apples and pumpkin (and chocolate of course).<br />
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Raspberry Lemon Muffins for Skyler's Secret Ski Gift!<br />
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To finish the day up we all went over to Andy Newell's hand-built cabin for some nice labor day burgers, quinoa salad courtesy of Paddy Caldwell and his roommate Jordan, and a nice broccoli salad made with CHIOBANI (AH--we literally eat like 6 containers per day). For dessert we had some sunflower cookies courtesy of Sophie (who knew nut-less cookies could taste good?!?) and the classic Lily Caldwell brownies (so delicious, every time, they never fail). And then I decided to start a blog, and so that's happening.<br />
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On the docket for tomorrow is a nice easy run, and then I'm not really sure what we are doing the rest of the week but it will be lots of fun. All I know is I am pretty tired, and can't wait to make some muffins tomorrow (and then foodgawk for awhile to find other yummy things to try). <br />
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hugz and kissez<br />
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PS Mom I hope you enjoy this!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02871995037108653212noreply@blogger.com0