Sonot 2009 Not So Fun
Indeed, Mr. CD, I did suck it up and finished 6th, my highest placing for this race. I knew that the double would be tough. But it was not fun. That’s neither here nor there because the biggest detractor was beyond anyone’s control. It was cold.
How cold? So cold that:
• My wax test was a joke—glide, what glide? I needed a push to even start sliding down stadium hill, and it turned out that each run netted less glide than the previous. (I went with TOKO LF Blue with cold powder).
• Our thermometer was only -12 an hour and a half before the start; by race time at Birch hill it was about -5.
• Not only did the snow crunch and squeak like Styrofoam, sending those chills down your spine, the sound echoed from the trail surface to the ground and back. A hollow scraping sound with every stride.
• I covered my cheeks and nose with Duct tape to avoid frostbite. I still ended up with frostbite on my face.
• My sport drink froze within an hour (but I did get an exchange right then from my lovely wife).
• Even though I had Gu packets stapled to the seam of my racing suit, the honey like substance froze up and I had to actually bite and chew little bits at time rather than gulp it down in one lap of the tongue.
• Meanwhile, because I couldn’t get all the Gu out and had to carry the packet for a half K, the residual portions stuck to my gloves, which stuck to my poles.
It was that cold, and more. But I finished. (part II a blow by blow account follows)