Emilia and I drove from Park City to Sun Valley, Idaho yesterday afternoon. We have a tradition on road trips of using the restaurant review service Yelp to find a good place to eat in a city on our route. We then call ahead and order take out. We were a little skeptical of the appearance as we pulled up to the place we ordered from yesterday.
Yesterday afternoon I went for a fun easy run in the Round Valley trail system. I kept it chill and my energy levels felt really good. The hour and forty five minute workout went by quickly.
Yesterday afternoon I did a classic speed session on the treadmill. I did three similar sessions last time I was in Park City before I left for New Zealand.The idea behind doing the workout on the treadmill is that I don’t have to produce the speed myself; all I have to do is keep up with the belt. Zach Caldwell and I made some minor changes to the protocol for this session when I was in Vermont last week. In the new session, half of the speeds I do are maximal efforts; I go until I’m about to fall off the back. (Then I switch to double pole). The maximal speeds are the first and third ones shown in the video below. For the other half of the speeds I hold 12.5 miles per hour for 45 seconds. I’m focusing on staying relaxed. Here’s the video from the session. I’m not sure why the footage got scratchy on the second and third speeds. My apologies.
This is going to be a short post. I don’t have much content since I just put up a long post about the weekend last night, but I need to get back on a schedule of posting in the middle of the day. When I post at night I get to bed too late.
Emilia and I flew Southwest Airlines back to Salt Lake from Denver last night. I rarely fly anything but United because I get a lot of benefits from having status with United’s loyalty program. Emilia really likes Southwest. I strongly dislike their policy of not assigning seats, but I do like that they have free checked bags and don’t nickel and dime you like every other U.S. domestic airline. It was a nice evening to fly.
It has been an exceptionally busy and fun weekend. On Saturday morning my coach Zach Caldwell drove me from his house in Putney, Vermont to the nearest airport in Hartford, Connecticut. I flew from Hartford through Chicago to Denver where my girlfriend Emilia Wint picked me up. Emilia had flown to Denver on Thursday to hang with her family.
Once we made it out of the airport we headed straight for the mountains. Unfortunately, we hit some major holiday weekend traffic on Interstate 70. We drove to Camp Hale, the former training facility of the U.S. Army’s 10th Mountain Division. Camp Hale is between the towns of Vail and Leadville.
From Camp Hale we headed up the steepest road I’ve ever driven. We went to the 10th Mountain Division Hut Association’s Jackal Hut. The views as we drove up were spectacular.
There wasn’t much to eat (besides blueberries) in my coach Zach Caldwell’s house this morning. Zach and his wife Amy don’t eat much breakfast. They’re more interested in coffee. I wanted to make Zach’s famous crepe (Zach calls them pancakes, but they’re not American style pancakes.) recipe, but we didn’t have all of the ingredients. I made a quick run to the general store; the small village of Putney, Vermont was going off.
Today was the second day of a short (three-day) technique training camp with my coach Zach Caldwell in Putney, Vermont.
I woke up (sort of) at 8 this morning, went downstairs, sat down on the couch and stared into space for a while. It felt like the middle of the night. Clearly I’m not fully adjusted to this time zone after travelling back from New Zealand on Monday (and Tuesday). Zach walked in, took one look at me and told me to go for a 30 minute run to wake up before breakfast; obediently, I headed out the door.
Zach and his wife Amy have developed an impressive trail system on the public land that sits adjacent to their property. The access bridge seems to be in the midst of repairs. I was a little nervous about balancing my way across it in my jet lagged state. Luckily, I made it.
My coach Zach Caldwell had a busy day planned. He was going to drive to Hartford, Connecticut, an hour and fifteen minutes south of his house in Putney, Vermont, to pick me up at 8:30 this morning. He was then going to drop me off at his home before driving to Auburn, New Hampshire, an hour and a half east of Putney, to pick up the skis he ordered from the Fischer warehouse for his business, Caldwell Sport.
My early flight from Newark, New Jersey to Hartford was overbooked. United was offering a $300 travel voucher to anybody who was willing to take a later flight. I was frantically texting Zach to see if it would help him if I came in later. We decided it would not and that getting in later would make his day more crammed.
There aren’t any airports really close to Putney, but there are many airports within two hours. I asked him whether I could fly to another airport to make his day easier. He said the Manchester, New Hampshire airport is 10 minutes from Fischer. So, I went to the gate agent at the Hartford flight and said I would relinquish my seat if I could get to Manchester instead. She looked it up and there happened to be a flight for Manchester leaving in an hour that had open seats. She re-booked me on that flight and gave me the $300 voucher. It was perfect, I paid for part of my next plane ticket and saved Zach two and a half hours of driving in one fell swoop.
The gate agent went out to get my bags off the Hartford flight. She came back and didn’t say anything more about them. I assumed they’d been pulled and re-tagged for Manchester.
The flight to Manchester was on a small prop plane.
I’m back in the U.S.! It’s wonderful. My long flight from Auckland was easy. I had an aisle seat, watched three movies and slept for 4 or 5 hours.
I have been here in Los Angeles for six hours and I’ve had a wonderful layover. As soon as I cleared customs and rechecked my bags I walked out of the airport, headed to the beach. LAX is located on the ocean, but it’s on the other end from the terminals. I had to walk the entire length of the airport to get there.