Spring Snow

This weekend was filled with devilish behavior (if you want to be fast) and much less training than originally scheduled. It all started on Friday evening when we made a trek to the Gypsy Café with a few friends. Gypsy has amazing food and specializes in fresh fruit margaritas. Needless to say after several prickly pear margaritas, training was the last thing I was thinking about. While in Lincoln we ran into a few ski buddies and I was harassed about quitting bike racing, skiing more, etc. Under the influence of the mighty Patron , I made plans to ski with the boys on Sunday “after I trained in the morning”. I distinctly remember telling them I needed to train before skiing.

Saturday found us driving to Gearworks so Martha could get some new shoes, tubulars, etc. The weather sucked up here so we figured we would kill two birds with one stone: Drive south for gear and then train in warmer weather. Well it was 40 degrees and cloudy. Not exactly warm, but better than here. We road a few laps of the Fitchburg RR course. I probably would have gone home after an hour on the bike, but Martha made me man-up and do a few laps. We got in 2 hours, but it was miserable. Then we stopped for a “quick beer” on the way home.

Sunday I woke up with a bit of a heavy head. More bar antics on Saturday night made training motivation low. Damnit, I think I am noticing a trend!! I went to the coffee shop while Martha did a TV shoot on RSN. The coffee shop seemed to straighten me out and I decided to train and not ski at all. I got home, called the boys and informed them about my bailing on skiing.

10 minutes later I was in the car driving to the resort with skis in hand. Yup, I crumbled under the peer pressure. What can I say, it was sunny and 45-50 degrees: Primo skiing weather and only mediocre training weather. So I skied. I had a few beers and most importantly I enjoyed the sun. In the group were some pretty sick skiers, but Stacy was by far the best. He is one of the sickest skiers I have ever seen. I knew he has been in Powder Magazine and done some low budget ski films, but I never thought he would be that good. It was pretty sick. He can ski trees, steeps, gates and then jib in the terrain park with all the baggy pant wearing young punks. There was no stopping him. I just tried to follow. I am pretty sure I don’t have the skills for the pipe and park action.

What a weekend! Makes me want to get in a few more days on the soft snow!