I just returned from a fun weekend up at Wintergreen
Resort. It's funny, coming from
Colorado, to see all the people passionately hitting the ski slopes on what
would pass for a foothill back home; yes, I'm a ski resort snob growing
up about 1 hour from Breckenridge, Vail, Copper Mtn, etc. Buy hey, you have to take advantage of what
you've got and so to all the skiers at Wintergreen I say: "Give 'em
hell!" Wintergreen has a giant snow
making system, so as long as it's cold enough, they'll have ski on those
slopes. The resort and lodge seem nice
enough, so I really shouldn't be too judgmental.
Some friends joined us for the weekend and I coerced them
into exploring some parts of the Untamed Virginia course with me. I'm certain we were the only cars loaded with
mountain bikes and trekking gear at the ski resort; we got a few remarks from
the skiers, in fact! The verdict,
straight from my friends' mouths: "Dude: how do you find these
places?" and "Now this is the sort of race I would really like! I wish I wasn't on the course with you now so
I could actually DO the race."
It was certainly cold and our faces, hands, and particularly
feet were numbed from the low temperatures and wind; like an idiot, I left a lot of cold
gear at home thinking I wouldn't need it.
Neoprene booties? Left at
home. Balaclava? Left at home.
Arm warmers? Left at home.
Better still, as soon as I hopped on my bike I discovered a
leak in my hydration bladder (I have a whole hydration bladder saga to share
some day, truly) and had to leave the bladder behind -- having a water bladder
leak through your pack and clothes on a cold day could be really bad. Instead, I did the entire 5+ hours with a
meager 8 oz water bottle. Of course, my
friends had water I could've drank in a pinch, but I wanted to take the
opportunity to see how much water I could conserve. In a real race, it's good to have explored
these sorts of personal limits because you never know. I'm sure the cold weather helped me, so I
didn't sweat too much, and I ended up OK with just the 8 oz of water. I was ready for a drink by the end, though, let me tell you.
When we finished, we descended on a convenience store like
vultures to a corpse (or should I say orienteers to an obvious attack point?). I hit the fluids pretty hard, and we all were
craving salt. They were out of my
favorite salt-indulgence, so I settled on the Cape Cod Jalapeno Cheddar chips
instead. Those things are darn tasty,
and proof positive that I can eat nearly anything after a good workout.