LEARN TO LOPPET
Dave McKee is once again organizing the Learn to
Loppet program to be held on Wednesday
evenings at Hollyburn starting January
5th to February 9th. The clinics, which will
be lead by Mark Simpson (CANSI level 4 Nordic),
will run from 7:00 to 8:30 p.m. and will stress
technique improvement for both skating and classic
skiing. The goal is to improve ski times in races or
successfully complete one for the first time. Other
qualified coaches will be involved.
NOTE!
There is a numbers cutoff (30) for these
sessions. Since many club members have already
signed up and paid their $60, if you wish
to participate, contact
Dave ASAP
and get your cheque, payable to Nordic
Racers, to Dave.
The clinic finale will be the Nickel Plate Loppet
on February 26th (30 km classic).
NICKEL PLATE LOPPET
Dave's and Mark's, now highly trained, Learn to Loppet
crew as well as all club members are encouraged
to compete at the Nickel Plate Loppet on Saturday
February 26th (30 km classic) The Sunday
skating race has been cancelled this year.
Club Accommodation
Tony Chin has tentatively booked (no deposit yet)
two houses at Apex ski resort for Friday February
25th and Saturday February 26th for those attending
the Nickel Plate Loppet. Just like at Silver Star,
the beds will be on a "first to pay, first
to get a bed" basis. As Apex is smaller and
less developed than Silver Star it will be more
difficult to obtain additional housing should it
be required. Please try to contact
Tony
ASAP when club members can commit to the Nickel
Plate events.
The cost of accommodations will be $85.
CARIBOO LOPPET
Tony is also coordinating (should there be willing
participants) the booking of accommodations at
or near 100 Mile House for Nordic Racer members
wishing to ski in the Cariboo Marathon on Saturday
February 5th.
The traditional marathon was a 50km classic ski,
but there is now a 30km half marathon and a 20km
recreation class distance. The race fees are $25
before January 15th and $30 after. Tony has some
extra registration forms. To help Tony finalize the
housing arrangements, please contact him as soon as
possible. No costs have as yet been determined for
accommodation.
Tony, as master coordinator of events, can often be
of help to club members in suggesting the names of
fellow members who might be willing to share rides
to these races and Loppets. Don't be shy!!
MANNING PARK
The club has booked twenty seats on Sigge's Manning
Park bus for Sunday January 30th. As usual,
the spots will be on a first paid, first seated
basis with a confirmation date of January 14th. As
an added incentive, the club will be subsidizing
this trip as members will be charged only $35
(regular price $39). The $35 also includes
Manning Park trail fees.
The Manning Park Trip is a social event
to bring club members together to ski on the
extensive and scenic Lightning Lakes trails. The
trails are set for classic and skating techniques.
Contact Tony Chin for details and to reserve your
spot. Send your cheque (payable to the Nordic Racers)
before January 14th to
Tony Chin.
WEDNESDAY NIGHTS AT HOLLYBURN
Hollyburn Racing
Starting in December, there will be informal Wednesday
evening ski races on the lit Hollyburn trails. Meet
before 6:45 p.m. at the waxing hut, sign up,
pay $2 and compete against the aging racers in your
club and other local hot shots.
Hollyburn Hot Chocolate
From 7:30 till 8:30 p.m., on Wednesday
nights, there will be a Nordic Racers Club host in
attendance at the Hollyburn Lodge (just to the left
as you enter into the old lodge) to dispense a ticket
that is good for one free hot chocolate.
Hollyburn Meet and Ski
Don't wish to race or Learn to Loppet? Meet with
Julia McDonnell at the lower warming hut at 7:00
p.m. Wednesday nights and ski the lit trails in
the company of our membership chairperson.
The lower warming hut is just to the right of the
two food concessions as you ski away from the ticket
booth. Call Julia
for further information.
Nov. 27 & 28, 1999
This year's Silver Star Ski Camp was a great
success. Over 40 Nordic Racer members made the journey
to Silver Star to hone their skills and techniques
on those skinny skis without edges.
Highlights of the training included: watching Canada
and the USA's national teams racing it out in the
skating sprints - Canadians won in women's and men's
competition, re-connecting with old friends and ski
buddies, and of course making new ones - I think it
almost goes without saying that cross country skiers
are some of the nicest people around in lycra.
After a day of being put through the paces, the
camp participants enjoyed a potluck dinner Saturday
night that included Mark Simpson's Granville Island
brews and several bean dishes - note to Tony Chin,
hand out Beano next year.
The following day the group again rose with vim
and vigor to go back out and enjoy all the snow
and altitude Silver Star has to offer. Read as
"massaging our muscles and trying to remember
why we enjoy skiing so much."
A great time was had by all and Tony tells me the
accommodation is being booked for next year so make
sure you mark it on your calendar!
Leanne H. Johnson
The only thought I had in my head at the 3km mark of
my first loppet was Kathleen Meyer's classic book,
How to Sh** in the Woods. The Nickel Plate
Loppet was my first loppet, ever, and I had made the
biggest rookie mistake possible - I did not empty out
my bowels prior to the race! Eating that 10-ounce
rib-eye steak the night before the race seems like
a bad idea now. But I digress...
Some background on my skiing history. I first put on
a pair of cross-country skis four winters ago. Fell
in love with X-C and took lessons in classic and
skating. Over the next few winters, I became a
fixture at Hollyburn as I worked steadily on my
technique. This winter, I joined the Nordic Racers
and participated in the "Learn to Loppet"
clinic. With passable technique and six sessions in
"Learn to Loppet" under my belt,
I felt ready for my first loppet. I registered for
the Recreation Category (ski one 15km classic lap
as opposed to two laps by the real racers) of the
Nickel Plate Loppet.
Back to my race...
As the urge got greater, my stride got shorter.
Technique went out the window when you have to
squeeze your buttocks real tight. I needed to get my
mind onto another track. I looked around and for the
first time I noticed that I was alone. There were no
skiers ahead of me and none behind me. Did I miss
the turn? I began to panic. My mind raced through
all the evil permutations on how this could possibly
happen. I completely abandoned my ski plan - ski at a
nice easy tempo - and began to ski faster. Half way
up the first hill, I hit the "wall." My
heart rate was at its peak and my arms and legs felt
like lead. I stopped skiing and walked/herringboned
the rest of the hill.
At the top of the hill a sign read "5 km". I
was on the right track! I had completely forgotten
about my bowel problem! Yeehaw!
And now I wanted to quit.
I've never ever skied 15km, at least not without a
lunch break, a washroom break, and numerous other
distractions. What possessed me to think I could
suddenly ski 15km? Was I out of my mind?! I'm
thirty-something and out of shape; if I quit now,
would anybody care? As I was all but ready to
quit, a lone skier came into view and gave me a
life/race-altering jolt.
My first thought when I saw him was "Red
Green." If you've ever watched the Red Green
show on TV, you will know what I'm talking about. Red
Green is a backwoods guy that has a big bushy beard,
flannel shirt, goofy hat and 1001 uses for duct
tape. Red Green's motto is "If you can't be
handsome, then be handy." This was Red Green in
the flesh: bushy beard, goofy hat and flannel shirt.
Red passed me as I stood at the intersection debating
whether I should continue down the course or beeline
it for the lodge. I know my limitations and have
no problem letting skiers pass me in a race but the
indignity of letting a skier with bamboo poles
pass me was too much! I got my race focus back and
I dropped into the tracks behind Red.
Red set a very easy pace and I soon got my heart
rate down and got my "second wind." From
6 km to 9 km, the course was almost all uphill. Not
a steep uphill, but a steady climb. Red didn't
aggressively attack the hills, and many times I
found myself skiing onto his skis. This unnerved
Red and so he would speed up to get away from me. I
would back off and then when it looked like the gap
between us was growing I would speed up and catch his
tails again. I think I just scripted the next ICBC
commercial: you don't ski like this so why drive
like this? I ICBC'd Red several times during this
ascent and felt pretty bad about it. So I worked up
the nerve to call out, "You're keeping a good
pace, keep it up. I'm going to keep following you.
I'm not going to pass you." I think Red accepted
my words of encouragement because we reached the
high point of the course without any further mishaps.
At the high point of the course there is a wonderful
little loop (about 1 km) around an open meadow.
Earlier in the day I had an opportunity to talk to
the trail-groomer and he explained that this meadow
is not groomed as part of the Nickel Plate trail
system but because they needed more track distance
for the race they were fortunate that they had this
upper meadow which allowed them to expand their trail
system. As Red and I skied out of the trees into
the open meadow, I marveled at how picturesque this
meadow was and what a shame that it wasn't part of
the normal trail system. But partway into the meadow,
I realized why they didn't. The wind began to howl and
the snow began to whip around. My mind raced along
another evil tangent: what were the conditions like
on Mt. Everest when Beck Wethers lost consciousness?
Beck later regained consciousness and crawled back
down to base camp. Unfortunately Beck suffered from
severe frostbite and he lost his nose and several
fingers. If I passed out, would I be able to regain
consciousness and make it back to the finish line? I
needed some comfort and reassurance; I skied onto
Red's skis.
Apparently Red didn't need any reassurance and was
quite peeved at my skiing onto his skis. He sped up
and tried to make a break for the trailhead. I could
tell now that this wasn't going to be a friendly ski
pack. Red and I weren't going to be like cyclists
in the Tour de France who help each other out. This
was every man for himself. As we left the meadow and
began the descent through the woods, I knew I needed
to draft a new race plan. As we began our first long
descent, my plan came into focus. Red wasn't very
good on downhills. Red's legs wobbled when he got
any speed going downhill, he didn't like to tuck,
and he did snowplough turns into the corners. My plan
was to stay with Red until the last descent at which
time I would slingshot past him and make a strong
break for the finish line. I would be like Alsgaard
when he blew by Daehlie in the final 100 metres at
the Nagano Olympics! (I only know all this because
Mark Simpson showed us the highlights of the Nagano
Olympics at breakfast!)
As Red and I approached the 13 km mark, the cat and
mouse game must have gotten to him. On the second to
last descent, Red caught an edge and wiped out. The
mother of all sitzmarks. I jumped to the left and snow
ploughed to avoid hitting him. He had somersaulted
on the wipe out and was completely covered in
snow. I called out, "Are you okay?" A
voice emerged from the human snowball, "Yes,
go on." I dropped into a tuck and sped away.
For the first time since the beginning of the race,
I was skiing alone. I had one more hill to crest and
then the finish line was less than 1 km away. As I
climbed this last very steep hill, I thought about
the pace that Red would have maintained. I climbed
the hill slowly but steadily. At the crest I felt
very relaxed and fresh. I surprised myself with how
strong I felt at this point in the race. With 0.5 km
left to go, I pretended that Red was just ahead of me
and that I had to make my move now. So on the final
hill coming out of the woods, I dropped into a tuck
and sped into the lower meadow. With the finish line
in sight, I stretched forward and double-poled. That
felt good. So I did it again. I stood up, stretched
forward, both heels off and double-poled again. I
felt strong, my form looked good and I was flying! I
double-poled the last 200 metres! As I neared the
finish line, two thoughts jumped into my head.
First, I needed to get out of the tracks to cross the
finish line (otherwise I would go around the corner
and end up doing another lap. Not!) And second, they
couldn't see my number on my chest since my jacket
was zipped up. So as I approached the finish line,
I unzipped my jacket and flashed everyone! Racer
#170 had completed his first loppet!
EPILOGUE
As I stood at the finish line, I couldn't help
but wonder about Red. Sure enough, there he was,
slowly but steadily striding into view. "Coming
into the finish line," cried the announcer
over the P.A. system, "is one of our oldest
competitors. At 72 years old..."
Red didn't stop at the finish line; he stayed in the
tracks and continued around for another lap. I never
got to meet Red. Red, whoever and wherever you are,
thanks for helping me complete my first loppet and
making it so memorable.
Tony Chin