Anders and Ollie offered their final thoughts, so I would be remiss if I did not follow suit. They provided comments that were aptly introspective and retrospective. As I sat down to write my own final post, I was not to be outdone. If they've already covered retrospection and introspection, then I should aim for extrospection, which is neither retro- nor intro-, but somewhere else along the spection spectrum. Since extrospection is an examination of matters outside oneself, I am naturally unsuited to write about something has been a significant part of me for the past four years. So, I shared my memories and reflections with a robot, and asked it to write a post for me. What the robot returned was downright profane. I was particularly surprised and offended by the use of slang drug references. Needless to say, I had to scrap that plan and return to square one.
So what to say that hadn't already been said? Ollie had already recapped our last official engagement as members of the team, while Andy, using the eloquence and discretion that McCahill has come to know and love, expressed the gratitude we all feel for the opportunities we had and the people who shared them with us. Andy even had pictures of a ski tunnel. I could offer predictions of what the future may hold! but that would most likely dwell on my innovative and exotic cooking skills (oriental mac and cheese = american cheese + strained ramen). I could offer advice to my fellow graduating seniors! but then I saw myself assuming the voice of Naj, telling Ollie that he needs to lock it down with Anna.
Because I was voted "Most Wise" at our team banquet in April, I think it is only fitting that I leave some words of wisdom. When I sit back and think about where this team has been and where it is going, two thoughts come to mind. First, I think about how physically attractive Andy, Ollie and I are. This will always be a formative memory of our time as skiers. We just look really, really good. Second, I think about the changes that have happened over the past 4 years. We now have skiers who know how to ski and go home to snow in the winter. You have a tremendous opportunities ahead of you, academically and athletically. Savor them both, and the people you share them with. It won't always be easy (it usually won't be easy), but it wouldn't be worth doing if it were. Keep up the good work and remember what it's all about: ski hard and have fun.
I'll catch you later.
Chris
Friday, June 20, 2008
A Final Post (for now)
Well, Oliver's post reminded me that yes, a final post is probably long overdue. A retrospective on my skiing experience is perhaps a bit too ambitious for just a brief blog entry, but something to close out the year and express my thanks to all of you is certainly in order.
We've done a lot during my years on the team. We've trained countless hours in the best of conditions and the worst. Had some great adventures throughout New England and Colorado. Walked along the razor's edge and reached into new depths of the pain cave. As a team we've come a long way in these years and hopefully initiated the next generation into the "new way" that is Harvard Nordic.
All the friends and memories that surround my time on the team make up what is likely the most influential part of my Harvard experience. Thank you all - coaches, teammates, friends, and families.
As I said, skiing's had quite the effect on me. Hopefully, a life-long effect. In fact, I'm already out in pursuit of snow. Right now I'm in Scandinavia for Let's Go this summer and I've made skiing highlights a priority. Below are pictures from Vuolkatti's ski tunnel.
1st ski tunnel in the world. 1.2km.
It's quite the contrast to be inside where your camera lens is frosting over and to look out and see beautiful flowers and 24 hours straight of sunlight up here by the arctic circle (Happy Midsummer!)
A very happy skier after an hour long skate workout on snow 6/17/2008.
A quick addendum to the Ski tunnel trip - there's a big board with signatures of all the people who have visited the tunnel. The President of Finland, national ski teams, etc. Now there's a big HARVARD NORDIC right between a photo of the Russian ski team standing with Putin and a signed picture of Deutschland's National Biathlon Mannschaft.
Anyway, to bring this to a close, I just want want to thank everyone who was a part of my skiing experience. And wish the best of luck to Coach City and the team as they prepare for next year.
As for my fellow seniors. Oliver and Chris, you guys are special. It's been an honor. You are the best teammates, training buddies, and friends anyone could ask for. And as for your contribution to the team...it's almost too much to really recognize. Those awards you were nominated for at the banquet were well deserved, but if there were awards for the individuals who have done the most to improve their team, you guys would win hands down. I can't imagine anyone who has done more to redefine their team's culture, attitude, and aspirations so positively. The work you did on this team will be seen, I hope, for many years to come.
I titled this "A Final Post (for now)" because I do think that perhaps an occasional alumni post might be appropriate if it's pertinent to the team or skiing generally - you know, when Ollie, Chris, and I do the Birkie, I think that's post-worthy. I will, however, as tough as it is, relinquish the right to post on topics such as South Park, run-ins with Austrian Monks, and the like. Well, unless it's really really necessary. I'll just have to resort to being an avid blog reader.
Ski friends, as Peter loves to say, you're the greatest. Good luck team.
Thanks,
Anders
We've done a lot during my years on the team. We've trained countless hours in the best of conditions and the worst. Had some great adventures throughout New England and Colorado. Walked along the razor's edge and reached into new depths of the pain cave. As a team we've come a long way in these years and hopefully initiated the next generation into the "new way" that is Harvard Nordic.
All the friends and memories that surround my time on the team make up what is likely the most influential part of my Harvard experience. Thank you all - coaches, teammates, friends, and families.
As I said, skiing's had quite the effect on me. Hopefully, a life-long effect. In fact, I'm already out in pursuit of snow. Right now I'm in Scandinavia for Let's Go this summer and I've made skiing highlights a priority. Below are pictures from Vuolkatti's ski tunnel.
1st ski tunnel in the world. 1.2km.
It's quite the contrast to be inside where your camera lens is frosting over and to look out and see beautiful flowers and 24 hours straight of sunlight up here by the arctic circle (Happy Midsummer!)
A very happy skier after an hour long skate workout on snow 6/17/2008.A quick addendum to the Ski tunnel trip - there's a big board with signatures of all the people who have visited the tunnel. The President of Finland, national ski teams, etc. Now there's a big HARVARD NORDIC right between a photo of the Russian ski team standing with Putin and a signed picture of Deutschland's National Biathlon Mannschaft.
Anyway, to bring this to a close, I just want want to thank everyone who was a part of my skiing experience. And wish the best of luck to Coach City and the team as they prepare for next year.
As for my fellow seniors. Oliver and Chris, you guys are special. It's been an honor. You are the best teammates, training buddies, and friends anyone could ask for. And as for your contribution to the team...it's almost too much to really recognize. Those awards you were nominated for at the banquet were well deserved, but if there were awards for the individuals who have done the most to improve their team, you guys would win hands down. I can't imagine anyone who has done more to redefine their team's culture, attitude, and aspirations so positively. The work you did on this team will be seen, I hope, for many years to come.
I titled this "A Final Post (for now)" because I do think that perhaps an occasional alumni post might be appropriate if it's pertinent to the team or skiing generally - you know, when Ollie, Chris, and I do the Birkie, I think that's post-worthy. I will, however, as tough as it is, relinquish the right to post on topics such as South Park, run-ins with Austrian Monks, and the like. Well, unless it's really really necessary. I'll just have to resort to being an avid blog reader.
Ski friends, as Peter loves to say, you're the greatest. Good luck team.
Thanks,
Anders
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Livin' the High Life
Before I provide all eager blog-readers with an update on life in Camp Shawnee, I feel the need to share a few favorite pictures that I discovered when I emptied my camera last week:
Nabel and Captain David Woods McCahill construct pod-racing helmets and battle to the death in Jordan South 31. And yes, Nabel is wearing underwear of some nature.
Nabel enjoys chocolate pudding out of a paper cup while snuggled in 4 blankets on my bedroom floor. He then places empty pudding cup on said floor and leaves it there, where it stays until I find it approximately two weeks later.
This is the home that I left on June 1st...
... and the one that I moved into.
Camp Shawnee was a little rough around the edges when I arrived. Fortunately I arrived first, so I promptly bought some bleach and went to town on a few choice items. Jennie arrived second, promptly starting to laugh upon seeing her new home. I sent Audrey a message saying "I think your Mom is going to cry when she sees this..." or something of that nature. But Ann Mangan was not intimidated. She actually went shopping and brought us bag after bag of groceries to put in our fridge, which didn't actually shut unless we wedged something in the door. After some deliberation, however, she declined Meri's empty bed and chose to sleep at the Devlins'. So there we were, left with a week before Meri arrived, determined to clean up our crap-hole of a house.
So we cleaned everything in the kitchen and cleaned it again. We spent two hours scrubbing mold off the bathroom ceiling, black mildew out of the bathtub, and scouring the floor. Kinney Drugs provided us with two bathmats for $3, which covered the 3 square feet of missing tile nicely. We got a neighbor ot tack some plywood over the 4-foot holes in the ceilings downstairs and get the fridge to kind of shut. We bought scrapers and sandpaper and paint and fixed up the most offensive walls and ceilings. Then we covered the remaining holes and graffiti with posters and stolen street signs. Most importantly, however, Audrey bought us a hammock.
Audrey hugs a bag of Oreos in her hammock.
So we finally got Camp Shawnee turned into something that resembled a livable residence, and now that we can actually walk in the bathroom barefoot without worrying about getting diseases, we're settling in. Training is picking up,and employment is at least on the horizon for most of us.
Aww.
More posts and pictures to come soon,
-Schlutzer
Nabel and Captain David Woods McCahill construct pod-racing helmets and battle to the death in Jordan South 31. And yes, Nabel is wearing underwear of some nature.
Nabel enjoys chocolate pudding out of a paper cup while snuggled in 4 blankets on my bedroom floor. He then places empty pudding cup on said floor and leaves it there, where it stays until I find it approximately two weeks later.
This is the home that I left on June 1st...
... and the one that I moved into.Camp Shawnee was a little rough around the edges when I arrived. Fortunately I arrived first, so I promptly bought some bleach and went to town on a few choice items. Jennie arrived second, promptly starting to laugh upon seeing her new home. I sent Audrey a message saying "I think your Mom is going to cry when she sees this..." or something of that nature. But Ann Mangan was not intimidated. She actually went shopping and brought us bag after bag of groceries to put in our fridge, which didn't actually shut unless we wedged something in the door. After some deliberation, however, she declined Meri's empty bed and chose to sleep at the Devlins'. So there we were, left with a week before Meri arrived, determined to clean up our crap-hole of a house.
So we cleaned everything in the kitchen and cleaned it again. We spent two hours scrubbing mold off the bathroom ceiling, black mildew out of the bathtub, and scouring the floor. Kinney Drugs provided us with two bathmats for $3, which covered the 3 square feet of missing tile nicely. We got a neighbor ot tack some plywood over the 4-foot holes in the ceilings downstairs and get the fridge to kind of shut. We bought scrapers and sandpaper and paint and fixed up the most offensive walls and ceilings. Then we covered the remaining holes and graffiti with posters and stolen street signs. Most importantly, however, Audrey bought us a hammock.
Audrey hugs a bag of Oreos in her hammock.
So we finally got Camp Shawnee turned into something that resembled a livable residence, and now that we can actually walk in the bathroom barefoot without worrying about getting diseases, we're settling in. Training is picking up,and employment is at least on the horizon for most of us. 
Aww.More posts and pictures to come soon,
-Schlutzer
Friday, June 13, 2008
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
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 MeriNabel 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 dinnerKeep it real Harvard Nordic, I'll see you all on the trails sometime.
-- O
-- O
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
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
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
Saturday, June 7, 2008
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
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
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