I won't bore you with too many details of how the yo-yo camp ended instead I'll just start by saying that even though I've just completed the toughest camp of the season (and perhaps my life), I am shocked I'm not completely shattered and beat. I'm by no means frisky, but I still have a smidgen of energy remaining and I'm extremely happy with how the camp turned out
2) MOST IMPORTANT: I am leading and organizing a group ride in Sudbury in partnership with the organization "Share the Road." Based in Southern Ontario, Eleanor McMahon has done some amazing things to aid in keeping us all safe as we utilize the roads for recreating, commuting, human-powered transportation, etc
It's groundhog week for the National Ski Team here in Canmore, as we've just completed the second big week of training in our three week camp today. Why groundhog day? Because Each of the 3 weeks is virtually identical - some small changes with respect to disciplines done, but the framework, wake-up times, travel/training locations, etc... all remain the same. It was another great week of training for us, and aside from the weather and space limitations on the glacier earlier this past week (made for some quick plan-changing), all went off without a hitch and I am still feeling cautiously optimistic for next week's final big week of this 3 week - tough yo-yo camp.
While lying in bed recovering from my first week of fairly big training-camp atmosphere/training, I suddenly became rather curious.
As planned, the body was feeling the effects of the bigger hours I'd punished my body with in early/mid June, and as such, the planned two week re-coup period came at a perfect time. I was able to slow things down gradually, regain some energy, and now I am feeling ready to tackle our next training camp. It's so paramount to get that quality rest seeing how it will be much needed to survive this next extensive block of harder training which begins tomorrow and ends in three and a half weeks. On top of the training stress, let's not forget the grand finale - the fabled, much talked about and much anticipated, Canmore Olympic Distance Triathlon
It's been a big two weeks of training now, and as I come to the end of it I can surely feel the 48 hrs completed to my core. That was always the plan though, and because of that June has been slightly tougher than in previous years. Tougher hour-wise, and although we've started with intensity as well, it's predominantly been level 3 type efforts with the odd level 4 or race effort to keep us honest.
This post is all about the photos. I'm going to try my best to take shots and upload them more frequently in between my lengthy literary updates to satifsy the fans (which only really amounts to Jamie Coatsworth, my mom and my dad).
The first camp of the year came and went - and since my last post, everything remained amazing. It was just so great to have everyone together again, stoked and training together. Nothing beats the training camp vibe. It's just so great to get everyone together laughing, and hanging out again after an April spent recharging the batteries and it is also the truest reminder that we are indeed right back into full-swing with regards to our Olympic prep. Sure, the Games are still 10 months away, but after spending a little over a week training twice a day with my teammates, there's no denying that those 5 simple intertwined rings are on all our minds as we begin to put in yet another season of serious kilometers.
Who would have guessed that one could top a Sayulita/Mexican wedding with less than a week's notice no less. Swine-flu really threw a giant wrench in the cogs of the Hull/Wuikchik wedding, but Team Wuikchik/Hull pulled one of the most efficient and almost supernatural switheroos' ever performed to move the whole wedding from Mexcio's West Coast to Canada's rugged and beautiful West Coast in about as much time as it takes me to respond to an email.
I toyed with idea of just leaving the title and calling it good, but I can't resist the temptation to bore you with the trials and tribulations of, well, me. It's been a busy spring. Busy legendary nonetheless
I recently did an interview about Trondheim for SkiTrax's website with Nathan Schultz. Click the link and read it, if you're into it.
After the World Championships it was time the show packed up and continued on - like a traveling circus onwards to the next venue, Lahti, Finland. That move signaled the long awaited Spring World Cup session, which consists of 8 races over 3 weeks in 3 different countries. I've been racing since the beginning of November, so I was eager to go to Scandinavia and see what's left in my gas tank before the year is officially over. Spring ski racing is pretty killer - the days grow longer, the birds begin to sing again, and the seemingly impenetrable grayness that settles over so many venues we visit throughout the winter seems to crack ever so slightly. We, the ragged, pale cross country racers soak up the vitamin D like paper towels soaking up spilled juice and that burning star puts a huge smile on all our faces.
Last Friday I finished the 2009 World Championships on a long awaited high note. The World Champs were starting to feel like that puppy you always wanted, but kept getting gypped on at Christmas time. You did extra chores, got good grades, did everything but still no puppy.