VT U16 & EHSC Qualifier

by Nacio

Sunday’s Vermont qualifier race was held at Rikert this year. For me it started with waking up at 6:30 because my family spent the night just outside Middlebury in an Airbnb. The hosts were quite lovely and they provided eggs, oatmeal, orange juice, and coffee for breakfast. What a pleasant way to start the day! 

A little after 8 I put some warm clothes on and walked outside to put my bags in the car. To my surprise, it had snowed overnight. There was now a light dusting of powder on top of the ice. It was now much more treacherous walking where the snow hadn’t been cleared. Somehow I made it to the car safely, and we were off to the race venue.

When we pulled up to the ski center, I unloaded my bags and brought them into the barn and claimed a table. There were several buses unloading in the parking lot, which created a bit of a traffic jam, but we managed to find a parking spot. I brought my ski bag over to the Ford Sayre area where Dennis and Scottie had set up, and then went back to the barn to pick up my bib.

Every skier at the qualifier skis two races. Both were 3 kilometers. The classic races were in the morning, and the skate races were in the afternoon. My first race was at 10, so at about 9 I began my warmup. I skied 15 minutes of L1, 10 minutes of L2 and another 10 minutes of L3, along with some speeds. Because I had left the klister on my training skis and there was fresh snow on the ground, my entire warmup was done on my race skis.

About 10 minutes before my start, I took off my pants and jacket and headed over to the start. Scottie was in the starting area, so I talked to her about my goals for the race. After that, it was time for my race, so I got in line and waited for the clock.

I didn’t think about much during the race, the 3 kilometers went by really fast, and then it was over. There was still another race in the afternoon, but I tried not to think about that while I was doing my cool down.

 

Holderness Cheri Walsh EC

by Greta

Greta

At around five a.m., I rose from my own bed, bewildered why I was alone in my room without teammates to wake me up. It threw me off, but I soon realized that this was our home-course (Oak Hill!!) weekend and we weren’t staying together as a team. Tired and sore from my race the previous morning, I struggled into my race suit and headed downstairs. After a lonely JNT breakfast of oatmeal and eggs, I was ready to join my team and get excited for the race with them. As I stepped outside to load my skis into my car, I felt the first drops of rain splash on my face, excitedly anticipating the “wet, wild, and woolly” conditions that would likely occur at the Holderness venue. I drove through the dark to Centerra, listening to music along the way and reflecting nostalgically on the fact that this race was the last high school eastern cup for the seniors on our team. Race conditions and weather aside, I knew that this day would be exhilarating for my team.

Before warming up, our team spent at least half an hour decorating each other’s faces with glitter and tying ribbons in hair. Inspired by Jessie Diggins and her love of glitter, over the course of four eastern cup weekends our team’s glitter and ribbon supply multiplied, soon becoming overwhelming with choices, including “unicorn snot” glitter and Ford Sayre colored ribbons. Putting on glitter was so much fun for us that we convinced our coaches to participate in the team spirit, even Dennis! Glittery and psyched for the race, our team emerged from the lodge and infested the wax tent, demanding which klister to put on our skis.

Waxing was tricky, and as the coaches diligently tested a variety of klister potions, we klistered up with a universal klister and previewed the course on our warm up skis. Halfway through my warm up, I tested my waxed race klister ski against a team zero ski, and the choice was difficult. Neither ski was faster on the downhills, yet both skis were slightly slipping on the uphills. I decided to go with the klister skis, but requested more kick. Although some of us decided to use our klister skis, a majority of my teammates decided to use the team zeros. My kick was perfect!

As I finished my warm up and stood in line at the start, I was strangely calm as I watched teammates and friends embark on a ten kilometer classic race. A wintery mix was falling, and I pulled down my glasses. Finally, it was my turn to start, and I strode from the starting gate, feeling the familiar race feelings settle over me. Even with the fifteen second gap between racers, I was soon surrounded by other girls. The course was beautiful and felt like a maze; I never really quite knew where I was until I entered the stadium for my second lap! I lapped through and picked up my pace, making my second lap even more fun than the first. I skied with a pack of girls the whole time, and it felt empowering to work together with girls that I know and admire. After I crossed the finish line, I felt as if I’d given the race my best effort, and I changed into dry layers to cheer for my teammates (and coaches!) who were racing.

After the awards and Junior National team naming ceremony, our team loaded up our van and drove home, stopping once along the way at Dunkin’ Donuts for our annual team donut feast.

Thanks to Dave Priganc for all of these awesome photos – see more here!

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Craftsbury/Stowe EC Part II: Saturday evening & Sunday

by Perrin   (photos by Emily, Margaret Rightmire, Dave Priganc)

Until the van departed for Craftsbury last weekend, I hadn’t thought much about this being my last year on JNT. Throughout the weekend I slowly had the realization that this was the last time I was going to have a true JNT race weekend. These weekends are my favorite part of JNT – what could be better than hanging out and having fun with an awesome team while skiing for an entire weekend?! This weekend especially highlighted how our team, that started out as just a bunch of kids from different schools, has now become a close knit “family”, as Hannah so accurately put it.

After the races on Saturday, I sat with Eloise doing some math homework, and realized that I kept looking out the window in anticipation of the arrival of the other half of the team. Their van drove up and I found myself smiling: finally we had the whole entire team together under one roof! We cooked up an impressive feast, including the signature brownies, and then stuffed ourselves into the small dining room to eat. We played a game at dinner where everyone wrote something down that no one else knew about them and then we had to guess who’s was who’s. Despite having been on JNT for four years with some fellow athletes, I never knew that Johanna likes eating kiwis with their skins on, and a young Malcolm once found a cat and kept it in his basement for 3 weeks. After dinner we played ‘the tapping game” which is basically a feel-good game where everyone closes their eyes and a people tap those who they appreciate for different things. The night only got better when we had brownies and ice cream during a cozy team meeting, where it became apparent just how much the team meant to everyone.

On Sunday morning I woke up to the sound of the U16 girls leaving for their race, and then rolled back over to sleep for one more precious hour. After the classic JNT breakfast of cheesy eggs and oatmeal, the U18 girls piled into the van to head to the venue. We arrived in time to cheer the U16 boys on as they started! (it was a mass start skate day so they all started at the same time). Daniel pushed through his race with positivity despite breaking the tip of his ski out of the start (so it dragged along the whole race).

I didn’t know what to think about this race. I had felt awesome the day before in the 5k classic but 10k skates have not been my strong-suit so I was a bit nervous. At the crowded start, I smiled over at Greta who was right next to me, and then after several start gun malfunctions, we were off. I started off fast and strong, but soon my legs felt the fatigue start to set in and I felt bogged down on the uphills. I kept pushing, around the first lap and into the second. As I pushed up the first big hill of the second lap, Kennedy and Emily came cruising along behind me. They were skiing beautifully and gave me the motivation to keep going over the top of the hill. I passed coaches corner and the extra cheering gave me enough energy to fuel me to the finish line. I fell over into the finish pen and could barely stand up, so I knew that I had given it my all despite where I ended up on the results list.

After lots of tired hugs and smiles of accomplishment, the girls all met up to CHEER! With Johanna’s glitter skills (she was unable to race — ask her if you want the story of her trip to the hospital the day before — don’t worry she is okay) we were prepared for some professional cheering. Catherine even donned a sparkly mustache and many of us had gold glitter as a kind of alternative eyeshadow! We all headed out to cheer the boys on during their 15 km skate race (3 loops of the course). The men’s pack stayed very close together on the first lap and all the JNT boys looked awesome!

While all the girls wore green and blue ribbon in their hair, Malcolm was brave enough to tie a bow on the bridge of his glasses. I guess it was worth it to sacrifice some visibility for style. We skied back and forth on the course to catch the boys on different sections, and by their third lap my voice was almost gone and I was feeling light headed from shouting so much. We joked that it was basically another race for us cheerers. The boys all pushed hard to the finish, but after the race we learned that Jacob had fallen during the race, hit his head and gotten a concussion. We are all sending our healing energy to him and hope he gets better soon! Who knew XC skiing could be such an impact sport!

We packed the vans, and then 10 feet into our drive home we got too close to the edge of the road and got stuck in the snow. I guess Craftsbury just didn’t want us to leave:) Kindly, one of their groomers used a chain to pull us out while a line of cars waited, and we were finally on our way. Many chili lime chips, clementines, and m&m’s later we had sung our hearts out to Dennis’s special playlist and were home. It had been my favorite JNT weekend yet, and I am so grateful to have had all of those incredible team travel experiences. They have truthfully been the highlight of my high school years! I drove home in my car with the music on and a smile on my face, thinking about how lucky I am to have such a great group of friends/teammates, and coaches. Being on a team with people from 5 different schools is a pretty cool thing! Thank you everyone for making my last travel weekend the best! And now onto our HOME race at Oak Hill! Woo Hoo!

NOTE: Scottie and Evan are official MVPs for staying up past midnight to put klister binder on our classic skis. All I can say is best wax job ever. Thank you.

Enjoy the slideshow below!

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Craftsbury/Stowe EC Part I: Friday & Saturday

by Hannah   (photos by Emily)

Friday, the Real Nordic Ski Team in Centerra parking lot was much smaller than usual because half of our team was going to the New Hampshire series qualifier on Saturday, instead of the Eastern cup. We set off towards Craftsbury at around 1, with the thermometer reading 19 degrees, and stopped in Thetford to pick up our northern family members (Keelan, Malcolm, and Eloise), before settling into a longer than anticipated drive. Van activities mostly included sleeping (at one point 5/11 people in the van were asleep), and some music video making, including great shots of an unsuspecting sleeping Malcolm. The closer to Craftsbury we came, the further the thermometer dropped, passing zero, and heading down into the negatives.

We arrived in the late afternoon, as the sun was beginning to lower in the sky, and quickly skied a very cold course preview. I tried to visualize how I would ski each part of the course, what I would focus on, and the best line for the amazingly fun downhill sections.

Back at the house in Stowe we hastily made dinner, did homework, and ate a lot of delicious food while having some very interesting conversations, including Keelan telling stories about his great-great-maybe some more greats- grandfather who fought in the civil war and “was a pioneer in the undertaking business” (direct quote) among other hard to believe but true legends. If you ever have a chance, ask Keelan.

After some hanger-throwing (try to get the hanger to land hooked on the bar in the closet) which was shut down (I don’t blame him) by Evan – “What is all this hullaballoo in here?”- we all went to bed, U16s especially resting for the early start tomorrow.

I was super excited for this eastern cup, especially for the 5k classic I was going to race on Saturday.  Have done a 28k classic (White Mountain Classic in Jackson, NH) and a 16 k classic (Craftsbury Marathon) in the past two weekends, my idea of pacing had been totally changed. I realized that for a distance person like me, I really didn’t need to worry about getting tired in a 5k, I basically just needed to ski as fast as I could the whole time, since I am very bad at going too fast 😜

It was about -13 when we arrived at Craftsbury Saturday morning, so we holed up in the lodge to work on glitter and face tape application, in addition to decorating hair, and Malcolm’s sunglasses, with ribbons – all thanks to Greta, our amazing team spirit cheerleader! 👏❤

Scottie and Evan

Meanwhile, Scottie and Evan slowly froze outside as they valiantly waxed our skis- which had amazing kick!

After warming up on the course and doing some speeds on my race skis, I hopped around in the start with Eloise and Emily, before starting 15 seconds after Eloise. It was awesome having a teammate that I could see on the course. During my race, I mostly tried to stay focused just in the moment, going as fast as I could, and trying to use the best technique possible. The downhills were incredibly fast, and I hammered on the uphills, which are my favorite part of a classic race. However, it might have been helpful to put a little more energy into the flats- next time… Climbing Screaming Mimi 😭and the hills after it, I heard familiar voices cheering that made me super happy, and I strided up the final hill and double poled madly (or to the outside observer, slowly and laboriously) to the finish – probably my best Eastern Cup yet!

After cool down, we went home, where I lay on the sofa and stared at the ceiling for about an hour before starting my homework. Needless to say, I was very tired and very very happy😁🙃

(Because we shuttled athletes home after their races, we don’t seem to have photographic evidence of the boys’ presence or their great races!)

Race photos below by Dave Priganc

Eloise and Hannah

Rikert EC Weekend Part IV: Sunday

Racing by Emily

On the bitter cold Sunday morning we were up early once again for a filling breakfast, once more warding off illness with fire cider. As we began to pack up, it was bittersweet to leave behind our lovely house (in particular the 4-person room that I shared with Eloise, Kennedy, and Greta in the basement with an adjacent cave at quick access through a swinging door). It was comforting knowing we would soon be back.

We loaded into two vans: a “loud” van for those of us who enjoy belting songs of questionable quality at the top of our lungs, and a “quiet” van for those of us who don’t want to their pre-race focus interrupted by such shenanigans. We pulled up to the venue accompanied by the sounds of the “loud” van singing “The Hall of Fame”.

Bluebird day!

After getting settled in the barn, we immediately set off to preview the race course. Kennedy, Greta, Johanna and I would be skating 10 kilometers for the first time, and we were all anticipating the longer race with a mixture of excitement and dread. The course was beautiful if a bit icy on the corners already, though the hundreds of racers that were about to go off had not hit it yet. As we went around the loop that we would complete three times, we envisioned the race: What technique will I use here? How should I maximize my speed around this dicy corner? How should I pace this?!? The coaches gave us advice, and warned us not to be too conservative though the race was longer than we were used to. As Evan put it, it’s better to push yourself so hard that you completely burn out so that you know your limits.

During our warmup on the course, the U16 girls sped by at a lightning pace on their 5K, and we cheered for Lucy, Hannah, Catherine, and Eloise!

After taking my lightning fast race skis for a spin, I began to ramp up the effort for a warm up, arriving at the start toasty warm to find Johanna and Elissa ready to begin their 10K right in front of me! In no time I was at the start of the line having shed my parka, and was out on the course!

I skied up the first hill, and rounded the corner to turn down, skidding on the ice that was uncovered from the racers before me. Then it was up through the stadium where parents, siblings, and other racers cheered me on, and a roller coaster through the woods. I felt great on the first loop, tired on the second, and just holding on through the third! However, it was extremely gratifying to cross the finish line with a sense of accomplishment for racing 10 whole kilometers!

Afterwards, we bundled up to cheer for the boys and watched them all have fantastic races!

The Trip Home  by Eloise

As we slowly loaded the skis on the van, athletes eager to rest their fatigued bodies, our positive team stood patiently in the brisk weather. We loaded the vans placing Johanna in a suitable place for her to extend her leg in the “aisle.” After jamming out to the playlist for a good amount of time, a few of us fell asleep, others conversed with a buddy, one knitted, and others peacefully watched the beautiful Vermont scenery go by through the window. On top of that variety of things, four athletes played the game of the weekend, Wise and Otherwise. While approaching the parking lot at Centerra, we attempted perhaps one of the most challenging feats that exists in the world today––hitting the high note in Kesha’s “Praying.” (No one could) After getting back to the parking lot with our voices strained, we slowly dribbled out of the vans afraid of the whiplash that comes with returning to the reality of our busy lives. A task that can be quite surprising after one of these dreamy, unforgettable opportunities that make all of us better people. We loaded our individual cars with our gear and reluctantly (or maybe not) left our teammates to sleep until the next day for practice.

(Slideshow photos below are, once again, courtesy of Dave Priganc)

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