To start this next update, I would like first to thank all those super fun athletes who were at theH
aig with us....the BC team and the BC development team...good times. And next, to thank Joel and john for their brilliant witty remarks... and for their gigantic amount of help with everything around the camp.
Now... for the details.
Following a long drive with Lee from Whistler to Canmore, and that dreadful day of postponement in Canmore, we ran into camp. The 18km run started a little on the warm side and I started feeling a little stupid about wearing long spandex bottoms and even carrying a small camelback with a jacket in it, plus my drink belt. I think I remember Thomson even making a witty remark about me being overdressed... karma my friend. About 14km in, the weather changed, no longer was it sunny and warm, the wind picked up the clouds rolled in and, so did the sleet and snow. All of a sudden the guys i was running with started commenting on being cold...not me, I was just right!
So after a nice run in, nothing special, 2:35. The camp had begun.
When the next day came I was super pumped to ski, this is what I had waited for, for what seemed forever. Maybe I was a little too eager to get up there. Once skiing, I got tested and my lactates were way too high....bummer. I was crushed at my stupidity of heading up to the glacier to ski to fast. so my day was cut short, and I headed down to rest up and see what my levels would be in the afternoon. A combination of this and the altitude adjustment, I believe was the culprit of this. The next day was much better, in fact I was so scared to get my lactates too high that the were super low and Lee told me to pick it up...I felt awesome!
This continued to build an epic week. Putting in good quality training hours on the snow, and enjoying the beautiful sun which came out more permanently as the week progressed.
A ton of card games later, and some enormous quantities of food consumed, I came to my last day on snow. This one was beautiful.... not a cloud in the sky, it froze overnight so it was super fast skating, which meant I could really work on technique rather than plaude along on super slow skis bringing my heart rate up, than as I got slower I switched to classic to put the hairies to work. This day left me with the best feeling of spring skiing in my legs, I was PUMPED! But super tired as well because if the very big week of training.
The next day was the run out... I didn't want to say anything the evening of, but when some of the athletes slept out on the helipad that night I thought that they would be running inside mid sleep because of the rain. It just seemed to fit. i was wrong, but only partially, what had been a pristine cloudless night had turned to a very cool very cloudy sky in the morning. and of course, just as Thomson and I finished our last game of cribbage (which he won...payback for skunking him the time before i assume) the rain started... well no, the hail actually. So Lee, Thomsen and I (last to leave the camp due to the game) set out in the hail storm which included some pretty impressive lightning strikes, and the lower we got in the run out, the wetter it got. It was monsoon season in Kananaskis country. everything was soaked... everything. Somehow or another once back in Canmore it started clearing up...our luck of course...
The luggage on the other hand was a whole other story. Because of inclement weather, the helicopters are very limited in flying since they do not have all the high tech navigation systems such as planes. Mainly because they do not just land on huge runways. They rely almost exclusively on the pilots vision and training to be landed and flown. So when the cloud cover is too thick, they don't fly.
So when it came to our bags no one really believed they would be able to fly them out. I was staying the night in Canmore anyways with Lee because we did not want to drive the 10h trek back to whistler right after the run out. But not everyone had our logic. They pretty much left at their first chance to head either to the airport or home. Without bags because it was unsure whether or not the helicopter could fly in. An hour and a half later of course, we get word that all the luggage is back... and soaked. everything. soaked inside and out.
Now the adventure begins...for the first time in my life I have a cell phone... something I have faught my whole life against because I think they are stupid... and now I have conceded.
wow... big update...
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