My last post EVER

Well, it happened, we graduated. Anders, Chris, and I are done with college. And let me tell all you underclassmen right now, it sucks. Take George Plympton's advice: when it comes time to finally leave, go back to your rooms, lock the doors, and make them force you to leave.

Anyway, one of the highlights of graduation week was the Senior Letterwinners' Dinner. The Athletic Department puts on the dinner down in the Murr Center tennis courts and it's a pretty sweet affair. Every senior from a Varsity team is invited, you sit with your teammates and their families, there's a sweet buffet dinner, and the senior awards are handed out.

Me and my dad before the dinner (note the toothpick in my mouth). I was the only one to wear his letter sweater out of everyone at the dinner.

My entire family came, along with the Moores, and the Nabels-minus-Catherine. We had two tables of just Nordic skiers and families and we all had a blast.

Anders, my dad, and Meri

As for the Awards, it's pretty sweet. For each award they ask the nominees to stand up and then they announce the winner.

Nabel was nominated for the Francis Burr '09 Scholarship, an award recognizing character and athletic achievement. Opera-singing -footballer-player Noah Van Neil was the eventual winner (Noah, I might add, is a friend of mine from when we were really little kids - we were even born on the same day just a few rooms apart at the Brigham in Boston).

Nabel and I both were nominated for the John Reardon Award, as was Apline's Matt Basilico. The Reardon Award recognized the best male scholar-athlete in the senior class. The winner was Geoff Rathgeber, the much-decorated captain of the swim team and an Olympic hopeful.

In a surprise turn-of-events I was also nominated for the William Bingham Award, given to the best male athlete. Three other Currierites were also nominated, diver Luke Sanders, track captain Alex Lewis, and crew captain Joe Medioli. Geoff Rathgeber, the swimmer, took this award as well.

All in all it was a great night and I think everyone had a lot of fun. It was cool to have so much recognition for the Nordic team. Out of three awards given to male athletes, we had four nominations. The bigger teams, like track, lacrosse, and baseball had no nominees for any of the awards. According to Coach P, Nabel and I were also both nominated for the Strength & Conditioning Award (which went to Brad Bagdis).

The senior awards dinner is definitely something to look forward to during graduation week. Hopefully the trend of Nordic skiers being nominated will continue for years to come.

Nabel and I are all smiles after the dinner

Keep it real Harvard Nordic, I'll see you all on the trails sometime.

-- O

addendum

also, that painful rain turned out to be hail. fingertip sized hail.

remember that episode of The Today Show when Al Roker blew away?

Yesterday, our workout looked a little like that.
Since Anna and Jennie are at home, Audrey and I are the only ones left in Placid, and with Audrey babysitting 8-5 yesterday, today, and tomorrow, I'm bored out of my skull. Yesterday I spent the morning at Kyle's in the basement of the Olympic Complex for the first of many free weight sessions, had lunch with Ollie and saw him off, and then spent the afternoon all afternoon unpacking and putting up all my decorations in an effort to cover every inch of peeling yellow-flowered wallpaper that I could. Suffice it to say, I was blissfully unaware (due to lack of internet access in the house and me being to lazy to walk down to the internet cafe and spend more money) of the tornado warnings for the afternoon and evening.

Cut to 5:30, when Audrey gets home and we decide to bike down to Bear Cub for a nice long double pole. After stashing our bikes and backpacks at the Olympic Training Center, we head out. Interesting detail: one of my skis doesn't ratchet, and there is a huge chunk missing in the front wheel so it wanders all over the place. I'm getting new ones, ASAP. So, we get to the top of the dead end, just as dark clouds start gathering ominously in the sky. 2 minutes into the descent, and thunder starts rumbling in the distance. A few more minutes pass, and the lightning begins. A few more minutes, and we see a perfect strike shoot through the sky ahead of us. Okay, now we're pretty scared. Audrey takes out her phone and starts dialing our buddy Brad, who lives on the next road over, and as she's searching through her contacts, the sky opens up and it starts to pour. No answer, so she shouts a frantic message into the phone and we rush back to the OTC. The rain is surprisingly painful, and the winds pick up as we reach the bottom so that it is whipping horizontal curtains of precipitation at us. Soaked, only 50 minutes into our ski, we stumble into the parking lot, grab our stuff and are rescued by a sympathetic biathlon team who let us in, looking like wet rats at this point. Quick call to the Devlin's, and in no time Paige comes by in a huge pickup to pick us up, drive us home to change, and take us back to her house for a delicious dinner and a check of the rest of the week's weather forecast. It was a successful end to my first legit Placid adventure.

Pardon the drama, but it makes for a vivid retelling. And Mom, please let me stay here.

-M

The Hot Game

I'm currently sitting on the deck of Coffee'n'beans internet cafe, overlooking Mirror Lake on the first nice sunny day since I got here. Jennie and I are thinking of taking Anna's kayak out later today; neither of us have ever used a flatwater kayak before, and with Anna back in VT, it should be pretty interesting.

Yesterday, like most of the past week, was pretty humid and intermittently rainy. Jennie and I went to VanHo for an easy run and some strength. The trails were drenched and covered with mud, but my new Brooks needed a christening anyways. The workout was complete with a Tim Burke cameo during our strength session by the biathlon range after the run. It was a 2 hr session in total, and the humidity started to get to us by the end, so we decided to jump in the lake when we got back (which is right behind our house). I pointed out that after the 7 mile drive back with the windows down, we'd cool off and not be in the mood to jump in 55 degree water anymore, so Jennie suggested we play the "Hot Game."

"What's the hot game?"
"What?!? You've never played it? Oh it's the best, just wait."
"But what is it?"
"I'll tell you when we get in the car."

So we packed up our medicine ball and bungee and got in the car. The hot game, as it turns out, consists of turning on the heat full blast, keeping the windows closed, and driving back the entire way in your own portable sauna (without the supple athletic frame of Trudy Wilson, unfortunately). Jennie decided it would be fun to keep the fans pointed at me, though the car heated up so fast it didn't really matter. We drove at least 5 mph over the speed limit headed back to town, and didn't slow down once we hit the 30 mph zone. We passed the speedometer by the video store going 45, and sure enough, 3 seconds later a police car pulls up behind us with his lights on.

At this point, we're both drenched in sweat. It's beaded up on our foreheads, the car smells like wet runners, and when Jennie rolls down the window, the officer got a full blast of heat. He stood a little behind the window after that as he asked for her license and registration.

"Ma'am, do you know how fast you were going?"
"No..."
"Do you know what the speed limit is?"
"No...we're new in town, we're just staying for the summer to train. We just got back from working out and we wanted to jump in the lake; we're pretty hot."
He looks at the sweat dripping off our faces. "Yeah, you look hot."
"Uh, yeah."

He goes back to his car to check her driving record and leaves us laughing hysterically. He makes us sit there for like 10 minutes, then comes back.

"Just so you girls know, all the roads in town are 30 mph, and we're always checking for speeding. I'll let you go this time since you're new, but please drive within the limits from now on. Have a nice day."

Narrow escape. Good thing we decided not to wipe the sweat off our faces before he got to the window, or he wouldn't have been weirded out enough to let us go.

We got to the lake, finally, but the hot game effects had worn off with the open window. Jennie jumped right in, but I decided to go for just a leg ice bath. Worked for about a minute until Jennie pushed me in, causing me to yell obscenities in front of lots of small children and their parents on the beach. All in all, a successful day. Lets hope the rest of the summer is just as eventful.

~Audrey

Quick Game of "Find the Bandit":

Howdy fellow Bandits/ fellow Bandit enthusiasts:

Now that summer's ratcheted into high gear, I felt it was certainly time for a long overdue update. I'll keep it short and to the point, much like Chris Nabel's chest hair.

Following exams, I spent a delicious week in lovely Lake Placid. Highlights included: tasty mountain bike rides on the Logger's Loops, River Road/ World Championship Time Trial, delicious Pearl-cooked meals, some solid rollerskiing with the "Putney Powerhouse" Willy Graves, and quality recording sessions with Axel Scholl and Bradley Noel Harden in the "X-Box Rock Band" Recording Studio. Classy stuff.

The juiciest rollerski story involved, as usual, Bobby Shabitt. Anyhow, after some nice sprints on upper Averyville (remember old stock photo? direct results of sprints gone wrong on upper Averyville), I heard the classic horn slam and pulled over to wait for Bobby to catch up in his white Silverado. We parried for a few moments with some choice words and right of way suggestions before I noticed the 6-Shooter revolver, complete with leather hip-holster, lying in passenger seat. I quickly conceded that round, so consider the current LP Rollerskiers vs. Bobby Shabitt standings to be 0 to 1. Do me proud, girls.

Just before skipping town, Woods and I partook in an epic father-son assault on the Whiteface Uphill Footrace, 8 miles at 8% grade. Stormy and cold conditions up top, just around freezing, so naturally I dressed accordingly, in my lightest/ shortest cut split shorts and matching Bandits jersey. See photo. Well played. Race was plenty fun, despite being dropped by a hard charging Duncan Douglas & Friends at mile 1.5.

After that, it was straight to Lake Clear airport for my almost direct flight to Innsbruck, with a brief stopover to enjoy debauchery Bandit style in Cambridge. I'm now enjoying the first few days in Lans, Austria, just outside of Innsbruck. Gorgeous area, copious amounts of great running/ nordic walking trails just outside the door, even a nice little lake across the street to swim in. Pictures/ stories to come soon.

To any Camp Shawnee readers, best of luck with training and save me a hot dog/ spot on the couch. Please don't save the hot dog until at least early July, and please don't store it in the couch cushions.

Lastly, a hearty congratulations are in order to graduating Bandits Anders, Ollie and Chris. Well done, boys. We'll miss you next year. Nothing but great memories. Be well, do good work, and come back often.

Happy summer, everyone.

Dave

... and May

May is paper time. Final exam time. Procrastination time.

The team has gotten back into the swing of legit training once again. Today a bunch of the girls pulled out their rollerskis and took them for a spin, and tomorrow Dave and Cullen are doing are triathlon/duathlon out in Hopkinton. The trees in Cambridge are all leafy and green, but the weather has been obstinate recently and it isn't exactly hot outside yet. Between the forecasted high of 50 degrees on Monday and the revolting quantity of papers and exams that we all have, everyone is looking forward to summertime. I'll be headed back to Lake Placid, though not to the red house on McKinley Street where I lived with Ollie last summer. I've found another red house, though, known to the locals as "Camp Shawnee," where I'll be living with Meri, Audrey, and Jennie Bender, a girl who skis for UVM. It's a little rough around the edges, but it's our own house and it's going to become the headquarters for Operation Get Jacked '08.

Looking forward to traffic-free pavement, buy-one-get-one-free deals at the Chopper, Jeremy Clark, bikes, lake showers, and make-your-owns...

-Schlutzer

The Bandits: Stealing Sugarbush Tri Titles Since '06

Now that it's April (and Meri's hindquarters no longer look like a hamburger), it's well past time to begin blog posting like a fiend once again. The first weekend in April saw a contingency of the Riverside Ski Bandits trucking on up to Vermont to compete in the 30th annual Sugarbush Triathlon. I've been doing the race since 8th grade and introduced it to Harvard kids during my freshman year. We've won the college category ever since. The race consists of a 5 mile run, 6 mile paddle, 10 mile bike, and 5k ski. This year Anders did the run, I kayaked, Dave biked, and Ollie skied. We killed it. A team of Dartmouth skiers finished a couple of minutes behind us. My Dad and brothers competed in the family division and slayed that, too. Some choice photos:

Anders heading into the tag zone

Anna starting the paddle


Dave, pre-bike

Ollie finishing the ski

Glorious, victorious bandits

-Schlutzer