Showing posts from July, 2011

Rippie runs 3 Miles. What?!

Today, Vespi and I took my parents' 10 year old golden retreiver on his first real trail run. A few weeks ago, he had gone on a four mile hike with my dad up to Snowshed and he came back so completely exhausted my mom thought he was going to pant out his last breathe.

So I tied the two of them together and they took off at full speed, pulling me behind them. It was then I realized that Rippie had only two speeds - sprint and stroll. Pulling them to a halt, I shoved the dogs behind me. I always hike is way because I like to be the first thing hikers and bikers come across, not some over enthusiastic animal. Well, Rippie still hadn't mastered the whole pacing himself concept and ran full speed into me, sending me sprawling forward on Rosey's crushed rocks :(

Needless to say, Rippie very quickly realilzed his error and remained safely behind me for the remainder of the run. Nothing a few back kicks can't handle. Now while Vespi and I normally run on the upper bike …

Running Around in Circles

I felt trapped. Since I had some errands to do in town, I packed up my new Vibram Five Fingers, my grocery bags and headed into Rutland. I no time at all, I was completely drenched in sweat - and I mean SOAKED! But I just kept running around in circles; Pine Hill has no real "destinations," just miles and miles of highly maintained mountain biking trails. It actually became a little distressing, because although I do enjoy the adventure itself, today's run felt more like a treadmill than anything I have done in a while. So I focused on my stride and breaking in my new foot coverings instead.

I have to say that it is really wierd running at Pine Hill Park because of the specificity of its trail system. The bridges are designed to bounce with the bike as you cross them, which made me feel like I was floating around on a ship getting tossed in the waves. Not a negative feelings, just a very different experience from the solid ground of the mountain.

Today was also an…

DeConstruction, DeConstruction Everywhere!

I've been out of town for a few days, so I just had to get up to Killington Peak and check out the Peak Lodge Deconstruction. But, because of the hold on permits everything is now happening at once! I said hi to Lacombe at K1, who encouraged me to stay away from the his project because today was the trickiest part - Winching the huge snowmaking pipes up Cascade!

So Trail E was rerouted up Escapade, which I honestly have never walked up in the summertime (done it in winter though!) and was treated to a completely different array of wildflowers!

Looks like a party in the snowmaker four-wheeler!

But this is what I really came for - to check out the deconstruction of the Peak Lodge, which finally began on Monday. I was guessing that by today - Thursday - they would have had one wall down...

But it looked so freaky as I came up the Stairway to Heaven. You can see where the skier's left wall just stops and doesn't actually connect to anything...

...because there was nothing …

Gardens at the Birch Ridge Inn

I had some time to kill before the first table showed up, so I walked around the Birch Ridge Inn with my camera to capture all of Innkeeper and Owner Mary Furlong's beautiful flowers gardens.    There were so many different types in bloom - this is only a small sampling!  I have no idea what most of them are, but I can guarantee you that Mary has all the information you could ever want :) I do know that I had never seen so many beautiful hostas, not quite blooming but oh so close!
You will have to stop by the inn this weekend to see them all! 

Paddling Up the Mountain?

This morning was one of the toughest runs I've had in a while. It wasn't the distance or the elevation gain, but a combination of being way too freakin' hot and me trying to really push my technical ability. Basically, pushing too hard on a hot day. Oh well, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger - so long as you learn the lesson!

After yesterday's thoughts about constantly striving to make technical improvements while I am skiing, I reevaluated my running skills - which I have to be completely honest, are fairly poor. Traditionally, I am a vertical runner. This means that I tend to push off my back foot into the air rather than forward in my stride. For the past few weeks, I have been focusing on reaching my front knee then foot forward so that I can actually run further each stride! This is kind of like moving from plank to runner's pose in yoga, something that I am also not very good at but constantly improving :)

This morning, I was able to take my …

I don't care what it looks like, just keep moving...

After much enthusiastic reviews from a local snowboarder, I tried P90X this morning via a loaned DVD. It probably took me almost as long to figure out how to set up the DVD player as it did to follow along for the forty-five minutes of punches, kicks & yoga. Overall, the workout was a great combinatn of different activites and I felt good for the rest of the day. Qhat threw me off, however, was one comment made by the host, "I don't care what it looks like, just keep moving!"

I am assuming that this was supposed to be a motivating comment, but it threw me for a complete loop. Every activity In which I participate, I view as art through efficiency of movement, which means thst even my smallest movement in controlled, pondered and - yes - analyzed. From skiing to running and paddling to biking and pilates...each of these activities requires a conscious mind, focused on the effect that even a minor variation can cause. Ony through attention to the movement could sh…

Ski Bum Tubing :)

A Strange Medley of Photos and Plenty of Skier Quotes from today's Tubing Adventure on the White River .

Where, amazingly, we talked about skiing, riding and snow for pretty much the entire time.

Did you know that floating through rapids is just like skiing moguls?
Make sure you pick your line before you start.

"Hey - see my shin muscle?" shouted the boyfriend as he floated by. "That's what holds your fore-aft balance."

Did you ever skip school to go skiing? What did your parents do when they found out? Or were they the ones who pulled you out of school?

See you on the Mountain,
FemaleSkiBum :)
Location:White River, Gaysville, VT

The Dog Days of Trail Running

Even though I still haven't returned to full hydration levels, Vespi and I set out this morning to see how a run would go. It was an open-minded and open-ended run, my only goal being to make it to K-1 to check out the Saturday business levels. My headache kicked in around the top of Snowshed, so I pretty much just followed Vespi around from then on.

For a while, she continued on our regular two-hour loop as she headed up trail 8 to the Cascade runoff. But it didn't take her long to realize that I was fairly mindlessly following we ended up at just about every swimming hole she could think of, especially the old K-Chair snowmaking pond, before she finally redirected us home.

See you on the Mountain,
FemaleSkiBum :)
Location:Killington, VT

Recovering from Heat Stroke

What a perfect day for a recovery paddle! I spent the last 24 hours sleeping off the heat stroke that I earned down in Harriman State Park, NY earlier in the week. I would start my day with a 3-4 mile run...and then spend the rest of the day paddling on the water with an enthusiastic group of kids...and then finish the night with a half bottle of wine with old friends. There just wasn't enough fresh water to make up for all that :(

So after a strong paddle across the reservoir, it was time to take a break and get out the camera. I randomly came across this wieerd thing attached to an underwater branch and had to back paddle to get a better look. These colonies, which can appear like fish eggs to the inexperienced observer (that would be me) are actually filter feeders - called Bryozoans - that clean the water. I had to look this one up on the internet, which was tricky considering I was looking for fish eggs!

There was a beautifully preserved stump just a few feet down the lak…