It's my last Saturday in county for a while. Am I out with my friends that I won't see for a while? Will I make an appearance at the pig roast in Stockholm, or should I be checking to see if the spelt are running yet? Nope. Instead I'm sitting here on the couch in my sister's house dog-sitting because Zimmerman can't make it more than 12 hours by himself. After Monday the training season officially starts off. This is my last weekend of what was supposed to be my month off from the world of biathlon.
I'm not going to complain about the no go on the Russia trip because that one's old now. However, I needed to make an attempt at some sort of vacation. Living on a hill in Stockholm was turning into a bit of cocoon. Relaxing? Yes. Fulfilling? Not as much. I had sent an old friend of mine a message back in January that we should plan some hang out time in the spring. Last week he finally came around to replying to my repeated contact attempts. My friend is attending Middlebury College. I don't like driving for nine hours when gas is four plus on a car that needs to last me, but there was no other choice. I simply needed to get out and make the attempt. Low and behold it was a fun weekend. In a way I was going to college... except without any classes at a school I couldn't possible afford. Three days of this was enough to reboot the focus. When I got home I was anxious to get back in the swing of things.
There is no true off month. I haven't gone more than five days without some sort of exercise in about a decade. So what did I do for training? I can't say that there was much for stellar spring skiing, but there was some skiing in there. There is a trail not too far down the road from my house. This trail (officially called Jack's Trail) is a real gem. It's groomed all winter and holds snow like no other. When there is no snow anywhere, there is snow there. On more than one occasion I skied on snow and went road biking in the same day.
The rest of my spring was grand but does not deserve it's own individual paragraph. So in short here's what else has a happened: I went for a two hour ride in the sub 40 degree rain the other day. I was so cold and miserable it was making me dizzy. Seriously, this was not a healthy situation. I've decided to become addicted to coffee. I was already going out of my way by drinking two cups of black tea in exchange for one cup of coffee. I once drank four cups of coffee in the late afternoon and still took a nap at six pm. Not sure what to make of that. I went smelting last week. It was exactly as I remembered it. It's not the net, time of day, location, or even the fish that make it a genuine smelting experience. It's the valley-pseudo-french dialect that I always remember the most. The sister and sister's bf are out of town for the weekend and it's up to me to make sure her dog lives to see them again. Zimmerman is an Australian Sheppard that resembles what you'd think a hyena would look like if it were fed steroidal dog food. I put an end to this with a 2.5 hour run. Maybe I forgot that dogs aren't endurance creatures, or maybe I just wanted to prove whose indestructible and whose not.
It's been a nice month. The fun times were fun and the relaxing times were the best. Now that I know how to get a visa next year will be different. I head out on Monday for LP. The first official A1 team camp starts bright and early May first. Fatigue season will soon be in full swing.