Davos Days –Racing!

The ice in Davos is a unique surface. It gets incredibly cold at night, so it’s really hard, yet once the mountain sun hits it in the morning, the top softens over a hard bottom layer, so combines grip and excellent glide. The air is also 5,000 feet thin… Combine this with some pretty decent ice techs, and this can be an awfully fast place to race.

During training, it felt like the top speeds were higher than Hamar, but its still outdoors, and so you don’t coast as well, and even slight winds can slow times dramatically. So I was unsure what to expect.

There were several records I had shots at during this race weekend, the two I set in Hamar last week, 37.93 in the 500m, and 1:16.11 in the 1000m. Dutch Skater Ledo Beeksma has the 1500m record at 1:58.9, and he also has the small allaround samalong record

Translation for non-speedskaters: a samalong is basically lowest elapsed time over 4 races, but it’s a weighted time score where 1 second in the 500 = 2 seconds in the 1000 = 3 seconds in the 1500 = 6 seconds in the 3,000. They never do this in the Olympics, but it’s important in many meets.

Since Hamar I have been changing some of the mechanics of my arm swing, and I am very happy with the slight timing changes I feel. You don’t skate with your arms, & you don’t need arm strength to be a good speedskater, but the path your arms travel impacts how your legs transfer power into the ice, and more importantly for me, it affects your timing of how fast you step from foot to foot.

So I go to the 500m start line happy, confident. There were a few Swiss national team skaters before me, in addition to the masters racing. One of the Swiss skates a 38.12 500m, supposedly a new Swiss national record (he was very happy), hmmm, cool. I roughly expect a 38.4 from myself, as I have never gone faster than 39.01 outdoors. Soon it’s my turn to be called to the line.

I bust off my best technical & physical start in weeks, 10.44, I have a minor slip in the first corner. I hit a very high top speed in the backstretch, you can see that I have picked up some jedi skills and briefly turned my skate blades into a light sabre! (it’s just the sun, but quite cool looking!).

Finally I skate a clean final outer turn! I focus on the new arm swing in the last 100m, and I feel excellent pressure every step of the way.

I cross the line and see 37.81 !!!!! FASTER THAN HAMAR! AND A NEW RECORD!

I do a little celebrating of my own, as I was quite surprised. I don’t hide my emotions too much when I am on the ice. Jessica gives me some good natured kidding afterwards “Too bad you are not Swiss!”. As an added bonus, my time is .2 faster than my lake placid Yoda, Pat Kelly’s time of 38 flat. Pat said he slipped awfully at the start. He still opened in 10.31 though! I wish I went that fast when I slip.

The less that is said about the 1500m I raced later that afternoon, the better. I really have not trained for that distance at all, and have not raced one this year. My plan was to start slow and work the corners after 800m. What happened was I went very fast for 700m and built up a lethal dose of lactic acid, and was utterly shattered with 500m still to go. I faded by 5 seconds in the final lap, only slightly faster than if I had simply coasted along, and finished in 2:02, well outside the record. Pat skated a great looking, controlled race to just nose under the 2 minute mark. 1:59 something, a new age group record for him.

In the overall classification for all the masters racing in Davos, Pat and I were #1 and #2 in the standings, even though we are in different age groups, as I am 35 and he is 42. So we would definitely be paired together on the next day. I must admit to being a little intimidated. After all, the 1000m tomorrow is Pat’s specialty, he finished 6th in the 1994 Olympics the year Jansen won his gold.

Tomorrow seemed like it arrived in no time (even though Jessica, Becky and I had a fantastic party with our new Italian friends, they deserve a whole blog post of their own one of these days).

Sure enough, on the start list, there are Pat and I set together for the 1000m. The ice is still good, not quite as fast as yesterday, but smoother. By the time the 1000m came along, the sun was quite hot & beginning to soften things up a bit.

Pat has his game face on, they call us to the line, Him on the inner, me on the outer. BANG! I shoot off the line very well, but part way through the first turn, Pat comes sailing by me with a world-class sub 17 start. Grrrrr! I hit the first straightaway absolutely raging, in dramatic contrast to Pat’s control & smooth tempo. He is faster than me to 200m, but I pass him before the second turn, and accelerate the turn crazy hard.

A huge thank you goes out to my italian buddy Paolo Gemme for this fantastic shot of this moment. You can see Pat’s hips really in the turn, and I am not so precise.

Coming into the backstretch, I see the perfect draft! Starting on the outer in the 1000m often sucks, except when you manage to get that perfect draft at that perfect moment, like right now.

I am able to pick up a ton of speed as I get a beautiful draft. You can see here the subtle contrast in body position between his top speed relaxed groove and the intense effort of my style. I shoot through Pat’s draft, pass him, hit the fast inner turn and can barely hold the corner I am going so fast. Even though I can toss 450lbs around on the squat rack, it’s hard to extend my legs against the intense pressures of this speed. I get the bell for the final lap 15 meters ahead, I feel good today, and hit the crucial second to last turn pretty well.

My legs begin to lock up in the backstretch in the same old spot, in the final outer turn, I slow down dramatically, exiting the turn, I can hear the clap-clap-clap of the Pat Kelly tractor beam chasing me down. I drive with everything I have over the last 50 meters, my mouth hanging open in a desperate attempt to suck oxygen to my screaming legs.

I barely beat Pat to the line by a few meters, Again I am faster than Hamar, 1:15.95!! Pat right behind at 1:16.52. Our splits were a contrast in style I skated like a 17.14, 27.0, then a 31.81! an ouchy 4.8 second fade! Gotta love racing outdoors! Pat was something like 16.97, 29.3, 30.12.! Totally different approaches to a 1000. I am always faster when I just burn everything I have in the first 600m, as much as it looks bad on paper.

Later that day, we are paired together again for the 3k. Pat is already thinking ahead to Masters world allaround champs in Finland later this year, and needs to test himself by skating a fast 3k, as that will be the make or break distance for him. I just want to survive the 7.5 laps without puking on myself!! As this is a distance I REALLY don’t train for! Distance racing is its own unique beast. I can hear allarounders & marathon skaters laughing at me for fearing a 3k, and this fast-twitch fella deserves every bit of it!

Pat takes off hard from the gun. With Jessica yelling lap times and encouragement to me, I skate my own, much slower race, and manage consistent 36.9 second laps. That was as fast as I am capable of going. I tried to build the corners hard on the last 2 laps, but the legs started locking and I slowed down to 38’s. Final time of 4:44, and I was satisfied, as that is 18 seconds faster than the last 3,000 meter I raced over 2 years ago.

Pat beat me by quite a bit in the 3k, and won the overall masters’ samalong. We are in separate age categories though, and both set new samalong records in the 500-1000-1500-3000 combinations in our age groups. Yay for us!

Ugh, its late, I need to go to sleep. Thanks for reading.

not much Wi-Fi in the Dolomites

Greetings from northern Italy!!!! where I am training with Boris and a whole posse of russians for a few days… I will head to inzell tomorrow, for my last race in this wonderful/crazy european trip

I am writing quicky from the Hotel’s front desk computer… Apparently the internet is a new thing here in the northern dolomites, and the few wireless networks I have found all dislike my laptop intensely..

so I have not had a chance to post, or even check my email, in the last 4 days.. the horrors!!! but I have 3 long posts written, and once I find an internet cafe, I will post them and redo the dates so they appear correctly from when I wrote them…

hmmm, keyboards in this part of the world have the Y and Z reversed in their locations…. there is lots more strangeness & excitement to relate…

soon!!

-andrew

A Davos Day

I made it to Switzerland without any trouble (the Swiss trains do run on time), and for the first time in a week, I see the sun! Yay! Lugano has a mild winter climate, and it’s as beautiful as one could imagine, hilly too. Click on the image for a larger one

After a few days recovering from travel in Lugano, my wife, Becky and I drove through the Alps to Davos, where my next race is. We got to see a good deal of the mountains and Switzerland as we drove.

My overwhelming impression of the many small mountain towns I saw was that the Swiss reputation for being tough and resourceful is well deserved, because this must have been an awfully difficult place to live in until fairly recently. This part of Switzerland is vertical in nature, and there simply is very little room for ANYTHING between the towering mountains on every side. Livestock or agriculture must have been a huge challenge, and the population that could be supported on postage stamp sized agricultural plots must have been quite small.

However, it is beautiful, and I imagine generations of invaders must have found the narrow Swiss valleys with plentiful castles & natural defenses about as much fun as swing dancing with a porcupine.

We arrived in Davos, and the next morning, after Jess and Becky left for some downhill skiing, I walked the 800 meters to the rink for a warm-up skate. A large crowd of skaters is here from all over Europe. Here is a Norwegian and a Dutch Skater chatting about equipment. For you equipment-obsessed skaters, I see the Euro-Masters skating overwhelmingly on Vikings, with a smattering of Raps. The Germans are the only ones I see using custom molded carbon fiber boots like most US skaters. Especially a brand called SEUSS. I don’t think I have seen a single skater on the maple aluminum tube blades that are so common in the USA & Canada.

If you want to see the view of Davos from the top of the mountain, click here for a pic Jess took while skiing. The rink is barely out of view under the lip of the hill.

Davos is an interesting place. I have heard elite world cup skaters talk in reverent tones about “A Davos Day”, and now I know what they mean.

The rink is a huge expanse of ice, bordered by tasteful hotels, and then surrounded by the Alps. Davos is at roughly 5,000 feet, so it has the same thin air of Salt Lake. The Swiss take good care of their ice, so when you combine thin air and good ice, this can be a very fast place to skate. Since Davos is at high altitude, the nights are very cold, so the ice is extremely hard, but once the sun rises, the mile-high radiant heat from the sun makes skating very comfortable, even if the air and ice stay cold.

Here is the view looking one direction (click on these pics for larger versions)

And here is the view looking back at the rink building itself. There is a nice restaurant with outdoor tables to the right of the deck, under the word “DAVOS”. You can drink good European beer, eat steak, and watch speedskating!

Today was a textbook Davos Day. Sunny, highs in the mid 30’s, but it felt at least 15 degrees warmer. I chatted with my Italian friends from Hamar, made some new Dutch friends (including a Dutch skater who is 84!!!) and then unexpectedly saw my Lake Placid skate Yoda, Patrick Kelly, walk in the door.

Pat is a great guy, and a technically outstanding skater. Here he is enjoying the sun during a textbook Davos day. He has some really great memories of competing here during his time on the world cup circuit. His wife was an Olympic figure skater, and as Pat and I were zipping around the track, Karen was doing jumps and spins on the inside. Skating is such an addictive sport.

It’s great to see him, and I hope they pair us together tomorrow, as Pat is a 2 time Olympian, and can really motor. I feel quite good on my skates, and technically solid in my turns.

Speedskating is a preparation sport; what I mean by that is that ice speedskaters work crushingly hard for summer and fall to create physical capacity, and now in the meat of the racing season we relax, focus on technique, and rest so that we can be physically fresh to race fast. As Boris says “sleep, race, and celebrate life”. This is the fun part, and I plan to enjoy every moment of these “Davos Days” as much as I can. Maybe I will even get some sleep tonight, as the Italians have invited Jessica, Becky and I to a party at their hotel!

Thanks to everyone who reads & comments on this strange life I am leading. This experience could be kind of lonely, especially in Norway, as I spent a lot of time by myself. But I have not felt alone for a minute, because of all of you (and that is roughly 220 of you every day!!). Thanks.

10 things about NORWAY!

written in Norway, but am posting it from my friend Becky’s office in Lugano, Switzerland…

I write this from the train from Hamar to Oslo, looking out the windows at a new, but quite familiar landscape. The rolling glacier cut hills, farms, evergreens, steeply roofed houses (a sure sign of heavy snowfall areas), farm equipment, lakes and rivers, are identical to the green and hilly parts of upstate New York that are my ancestral stomping grounds (both personally, and for many generations of Loves).

Is this Norway, or the average rural road near Ithaca? (note, no photoshopping, here, it was this grey)

The only thing that you don’t see in upstate NY, is what I am on using right now, exceptional public transportation; This train is very nice, spacious, and I have light/air controls above my head just like an airplane!

A Norwegian recommended that I get out of Hamar, and take some time to see the “big pile of rocks” (their exact word choice) that is the rest of the country. I unfortunately did not have time to leave Hamar, but I feel like I saw a lot. Here are my quick impressions of 10 things about Norway

if any Norwegian wants to reply with “10 things stupid visiting Americans tend to miss when they visit Norway”, I welcome you to do so!

1. Cell phone quiet areas
One of the cars on the trains is “no cell phone car”. It was very pleasant, quiet, and the several other occupants quietly are reading the morning paper, as I am watching the scenery & writing this… I think there should go on the long list of “international good ideas” that many countries would be very well off adopting…

2. Porn and Donald Duck
The conservative right wing in America often wants you to believe that if nudity/sexuality/human body familiarity becomes no big deal, then somehow society falls apart and becomes a Sodom & Gomorrah nightmare worse than any Mad Max/road warrior movie. I point to the obviously functional societies in Europe, and the fact in Europe the human body & human sexuality is very publicly visible, In fact much easier to see than cigarettes.

However it still weirded me out, repressed American that I am, to see in the airport café, “HOT 60+ Mature Action” stocked on the magazine shelf within a foot of a kids-centric Donald Duck Magazine. (Donald Duck is HUGE in Norway).

3. Cigarettes=Death
Check out these warnings on cigarette packs. They take cigarette danger REALLY seriously, good for them! Cigarettes shorten the life of many smokers, and kill lots of them outright. The last time I checked, pictures of naked people don’t do that.

They had lots of creative messages, check out just a portion of them in a larger picture I took.

4. Breakfast in Norway.

I could have been experiencing an anomaly, as I mostly ate in the hotel next to the rink, but I don’t think so. Breakfast here is lots of meats, eggs, salty fish, coffee, fantastic yogurt and cereals. The choices were similar to my favorite USA “Wisconsin-style Breakfast”. All I can say as I pat my full stomach is “Yum!!”

5. Adjustable height showerheads
I should have taken a picture of this, it looks like a normal shower head, but is adjustable on a horizontal pole. This is a small thing, a detail, but as I am a shade under 6 feet tall, and my wife is 5’3, where can I buy one of these for my house? It’s also really nice when you want to get the water REALLY focused on certain tight lower back or neck muscles.

6. Moose-eating Parties
I was informed by a Norwegian skater that he was going to be attending a moose-eating party. The Norway moose population is like the local deer population in upstate NY, people crash into them all the time in cars, with disastrous results, and 25,000 are taken by hunters every year.

I think he was disappointed in my complete underwhelmed non-reaction, but I had just been in a discussion about a particularly VILE form of Scandinavian culinary delight. This is the Icelandic tradition of eating putrid skate. No, not a skate like I use, I mean eating a rotting sea creature (chased with shots of extremely strong liquor). Really, I am not kidding, putrid skate supposedly smells like cat piss. Check out this news report.

Compared to that, moose is a great meal. In fact, I bet Americans have a long traditions of eating moose, that is why there are almost no moose left!

7. KickSleds
Very common on the streets of Hamar, I saw many 50+ year olds gliding about commuting on these. On uphills you just push it like a shopping cart, on downhills, you stand with your feet on the runners and coast, and on the flats, one foot is on the runner, and you kick it along like a skateboard. Two kicks, switch runner, two kicks, switch runner.

Most of the kicksleds I saw had people’s names written in the wood slats, and also had bike locks to prevent them from “disappearing”. Kicksleds are not recreation, they are practical transportation!

8. Norwegian Humor
Where is this stereotype of cold & stoic Scandinavians? Most Norwegians I met were quite funny. Not only did one of them discuss moose-eating parties, but another seriously recommended that I take a train to an inland town called “Voss” and go to a certain café where I could order whole smoked sheeps head (eyes and brains included). Now I am a very culinary adventurous American, so maybe he was taken aback when I started asking specifics about how far it was from Hamar? Did the trains go there? If I could have taken an easy train to try this, I would have. But it was over 5 hours each way.. Damm!

9. Euro-Sport
Norwegian TV also covers winter sports on with much more respect than American TV, they show Biathlon, ski jumping, speedskating, and XC skiing as SPORT. Not some odd sideshow full of “personality profiles” because they really have no idea how to show it as an athletic challenge Also, Norway is damm proud that they pretty much stomp all over the world in many winter Olympic sports.

One of the other skaters used to be a ski jumper, I asked him about that sport, and he really went off. He said “yeah, I miss jumping, but now it’s a whole bunch of skeletons on the hill, super skinny anorexic lightweights who focus on gliding off the hill, not jumping. The Nordic combined is now the true ski jumping, as those guys have to have muscle on them to do the cross country ski part.”

10. Vigeland Park in Oslo
I have walked through most of the major New York City museums, if anything this was more moving. This park is a lifetime of work by Gustav Vigeland. There are over 212 stone figures, all depicting stages of human life & emotion. In the center is this incredible obelisk. 17 meters high, weighing several hundred tons, carved of one massive piece of Norwegian granite. There are 121 figures all wound around each other in the obelisk. Incredible. It took 3 stonemasons 14 years to finish just this central piece.

Before you die, resolve to take a walk through Vigeland park, and let all these stages of human emotion, age, and life depicted there, soak into you, it’s INCREDIBLE.

Here is a larger picture view of a few of these sculptures. I was so torn as I was there, take pictures, or just wander and let it soak in??? I decided to take pictures because I knew I wanted to blog about it (a rare moments when this blog changed how I acted in the real world) but now I want to go back to Vigeland, and stroll for hours and hours.

FLY SAS!!!

Lest you think that I overly dramtize my bad airport karma, today is a perfect example, and the reason that SAS (Scandinavian airlines) has earned my business from now till the day I die!!!

I stayed last night in Oslo with a Norwegian/South African that I met through this blog, the all-weather natural ice skater Franklin Eekhout. It was snowing pretty hard this morning., Franklin asked me, “when does your flight leave from Oslo, and where is it going?” I told him, it’s the 12:05 flight to Copenhagen. He checked it online, yes, the 12:05 flight is still going, and from the main Oslo airport. Great.

Franklin and I have had a great time hanging out, and in the morning he puts me on the bus the Oslo airport. I get to the airport. I look at the departures board, yes, there is my 12:05 flight to Copenhagen listed.

So I go to the self-service kiosk to get checked in. The computer says I don’t exist, can’t find my reservation. I find a real person and ask for help, I open my laptop and show her my .pdf copy of my reservation… All looks ok, she types me into the computer, can’t find me. She looks closer at my reservation number,

“oh, Mr love, here is the problem, your reservation is for the 12:05 flight to Copenhagen flying out of the Oslo Sandefjord airport, this is Oslo international, and yes, both airports have a 12:05 flight to Copenhagen. You need to go talk to the special ticket agent.”

AAAGGGGHHH!!! NOOOOO!!!!!

I go to the person specified, with a sick feeling in my stomach, and terrible worry about how to tell Jessica I won’t meet her in the train station. Mrs Ticket agent, even though my Orbitz ticket is non-changeable, and non-refundable, and involves a straightjacket of rules, she bends the rules, gets me on the flight from this airport (even though I am sure it was more expensive) and I am ok, and on my way…

SAS, thank you!!!! I owe you guys big time!!

So here I am, eating my egg and salty salmon breakfast baguette (I love this country!!) drinking my Kaffee Go-Go… and breathing a huge sigh of relief…

Now if I can just make it to Lugano….

I have a lot more to post about the first leg of my trip, including many pics of other master racers, and some observations about Norway. I have written the posts, but I need to select what photos go with them, and have a little more charge in my laptop too! The battery warning lights are flashing at me!

ONWARD!

Boris on ESPN

A picture of my coach Boris Leikin briefly appeared on ESPN.com’s home page during Olympic trials, and now it is in thier archives. Yup, this is Boris, a fantastic shot of him going really fast too.

CHECK IT OUT HERE

Oh, and by the way dear ESPN folks, I am pretty sure Boris finished 31st of the 44 skaters racing the 500m that day, not in XXXX place.

Salty Fish & New Challenges…

I was just finishing my 3rd cup of coffee and a delicious breakfast consisting of several different kinds of salty fish (I LOVE many things about Norway, breakfast has come to be one of them), when the race organizer walks over to me with a long & unhappy look on his face.

Mr Love, I know you are going to be unhappy to hear this, but there is going to be a problem certifying your 1000m race yesterday as a Masters record. The electronic timing, as you know, malfunctioned, and we just had one hand timer clocking your race, IMSSC protocols need at least 2 sources to agree on a time for it to officially a record. I am very sorry, you will simply have to skate fast today.

He tried to be as nice as he could about it, it wasn’t his fault, rules are rules, and I was as nice as I could be in asking a few questions & clarifications, but internally I was suddenly REALLY fired up. Damm! a waste of an excellent race!!

As blah as I was yesterday, this set a fire going in me, and I had those primal predator feelings going as I stepped onto the ice to go to the start line.

I was the 11th pair in the 500m, with an outer lane start and that always tricky final inner turn. As I stepped to the start line I thought of the fantastic movie “This is Spinal Tap” and literally said out loud to no one: “the 11th pair, hmmmm, HA! BUT THIS ONE GOES TO 11!!”

I gave my wedding ring a kiss, (I did that for some reason at trials, it’s a new habit that seems to have stuck) and got into my starting position.

The gun went off, it took me a few steps to get organized, as I was frothing at the mouth a bit too much, but I drove as hard as I could for the first 100m (10.6!! what has happened to my normal 10.3 start!!!), However I absolutely nailed the first turn, and hit the backstretch already at top speed. I got really “long & low” on the backstretch straight, set up the final turn well, was somewhat unsteady & wavering through the turn, exited a little tight, and then drove that last 100m with everything I had, I only felt a little bit of slowing down over the last 50 meters.

Final time, 37.93!!! That felt damm good! A good dollop of REVENGE at no-one and nothing in particular.

I had a ton of time till my 1000m, and forced myself to calm down, as I have to get my start under control. It’s a hard balancing act to do, to keep the emotional level revving along in the right place on a long race day. My right knee hurt in a strange place, and some part of me wanted to just get this over with.

After over an hour of 1500m races, it’s my turn at the start line again. For some reason, I got an inner lane start again. Very odd, but I am faster that way, so I did not complain.

Kiss the ring (and my faraway wife, actually she is in Milan right now visiting family, so not really that far), and sink down into ready position.

BANG!

Off the line well! The first 1000m turn is only 60 meters from the start, so its tricky, but I hit it and then the first straightaway with EVERYTHING. Second turn went great too, I thought I heard the announcer say “Andrew Love, 200m 17.09” Wow! That is fastest ever if I heard that right! Third turn also was great, Drive the straightaway and I hear the bell for the final lap. It’s hurting now, I accelerate the fourth turn much better than yesterday. I am on a good race. I dive into the last 200m and my skating begins to rip apart like a meteor entering the earth’s atmosphere.

In the final corner, I hear a bunch of super cool older Italian skaters I had dinner with last night yelling “DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE” (DIE means, literally, “Go!/Give” and I was doing a good job of dying!). Their strong voices moved me even through the pain, this is what skating is about! These images to the right are ones that my friend Paolo Gemme took during the race.

I cross the finish line with a loud “uunnhhhhuuhgh!!!” and see the time 1:16.11.

I am happy, today was faster than yesterday until 200 to go, then it was far slower. Yesterday was a better race, and I think that 1:15.7 was an accurate time, but at least I did officially get the IMSSC record!

Life can sometimes be very odd, and throw out challenges that one would never expect. I think the crucial thing is not to dwell upon odd & difficult things that happen, but more what should you do with the challenges you face. Oh, and friends you meet along the way, who cheer for you in other languages, that makes life really sweet!!!

MASTERS RECORDS!!!

I have had a very reliable alarm clock. Mark Chrysler is a USA speedskater competing here, a longtime friend of Boris’s, and we train together occasionally in Salt Lake. Mark works nights (he is an intensive care medical specialist), so Norwegian time is Mark’s normal workday. He has been my reliable knock on the door getting my sorry jet-laggin butt to breakfast, and has been great conversation as I slowly caffeinate myself towards reality (or at least as close as I ever get). He dragged me out of some really nice dreams this morning, but hey, there was racing to be done!

First of all, here is a picture of the outside of the Vikingskipet. Click on it if you want the big version (I have it on my desktop right now!) It’s truly huge, there are tiny cars parked up to the left of it. I debated photoshopping this a little to bring out details, but I left it true to the real Norway grey!

To my eye, this is not an upside down Viking ship, this looks more like a prehistoric sea creature, or maybe a shot from a Godzilla movie, as Godzilla’s new thickly plated rival scuttles across the Norwegian snows to do battle!

Anyway, warmup went well this morning, I had power, technique, but not much pop to my skating, and I am still somewhat numb after the emotional rollercoaster of Olympic Trials. It was hard to get myself “ready” to race again. But there are over 100 masters athletes from Norway, Germany, Italy, Holland, Romania and Russia here (As well as Mark and I, the lone North Americans). It’s quite a different scene from Olympic trials, and it took a while for me to get into it.

The speedskating records I am trying to break in the men’s 35-40 Masters International records are 38.63 for the 500m, set by Norwegian Ivar Njos, and a 1:18.31 in the 1000m by Dutch Skater Ledo Beeksma. I have skated much faster than both, but on the scary fast ice of salt lake, not on Euro sea level ice.

The IMSSC has put on many races over the last 9 years, and there have been some quality skaters who have thrown down good times. Not world cup times, true, but hey, we are folks with JOBS!!!

I had no pair for the 500m, but that’s fine. I was doing the “easier/less dangerous” 500m with the inner lane start/outer lane finish. The gun went off and I got off the line with a small slip, but I hit my stride quickly, and went 10.5 for the first 100m (should be faster…..), first turn was ok, but I nailed the backstretch with the afterburners raging and felt that sweet sensation and windroar of top speed. I had a shot! I entered the final outer turn, and made a mistake, in Salt Lake, since the speeds are so high on the world’s fastest ice, one gets in the habit of leaning very deeply.

Hamar is at least a second slower per 400m than Salt Lake due to the thicker & damper sea level air. So I entered the final turn a little close to the blocks, leaned over at my normal salt lake lean angle, and suddenly was millimeters from stepping on the inside lane markers and flying into the wall. I didn’t miss a step, but I cut off some of my power through the apex of the turn, barely avoided crashing, made it to the final 100m straightaway and tried to groove & drive. You can’t gain speed on the final 100, all you can do is not slow down, and today, I didn’t!!…. I crossed the line and saw 38.17!!!!!!!!!!

I felt happy in a calm, solid, full-meal kind of way. All sorts of European skaters came over to congratulate me on my age group WORLD RECORD! Here is a picture of the final results sheet.

Officially this is not a World Record, the ISU does not officially recognize masters “World Records” even though they are in negotiation with the International Masters Speed Skating Comittee to do just that, but they recognize the IMSSC as the people who should put on races designed to bring the best older skaters in the world together.

So I usually try to be cautious and always call this by the proper title, a “Masters International” record. But ALL the European skaters who congratulated me called this a “World Record”. So maybe, in my heart, I can let it be that, even if my mouth says something else.

After a round of conversation & back slapping, I got back to the business of warming up properly for my 1000m. It’s really easy to just sit around and chat, and after good races, that is what you want to do. But rinks are COLD, and the body needs to shake out the effort you have just made. So I like getting on the stationary bike, and doing 2-3 maximum RPM sprints & break a brand new sweat. Also it gives you a chance to do the mental visualization of seeing yourself execute perfect technique in the perfect race, over and over.

So now its time for the 1000m, They call myself and German good fella Jens Kroll (I know him from my first trip to Europe) to the line. There is a lot of oxygen in this lowland atmosphere. It’s time for another try at the “skate-to-die” maximum effort!

The 1000m is simply a sprint that is just a little too long, like the 400m running race in track and field, you have to start super hard, and then maintain maximum speed as your legs explode into a thousand flaming bits, it usually hits me about 200 meters to the finish .

When the gun goes off, I get off the line well, hit the tricky first corner and snap through it perfectly. Two arms till 250 meters, then one arm and drive, second corner goes well. I am at maximum speed in the backstretch, in the third corner it starts to hurt. The picture here is from my fastest 1000m at Olympic trials, but at basically the same moment.

Unusually early pain! crap! When I feel it in the 3rd corner, that is not good. I make myself sit lower and drive. I get the bell for the final lap. The 4th, and second to last corner is crucial in the 1000m, spectators can’t see it, but a radar gun would tell you this is where most skaters begin to slow down. So you have to really nail this turn like the race ends right there. I try, and it’s a ragged effort that somehow gets power into the ice.

There are so many masters racing here, they have had to run another pair of racers at the same time. It’s called a quartet start. I come out of the turn, and I am already catching the quartet who 200 meters behind me! My legs are cooked, I miss full weight shift on a few of the strokes, the final corner is completely ugly, and tunnel vision is taking over for the final 50.

I cross the line and there is no time on the scoreboard!! They are not running electronic timing for the 1000m! It is many long minutes till someone announces the time 1:15.71!! Another record, and this is 2.9 seconds faster than the previous record! I am thrilled! And happiness floods me in a much stronger way than after the 500. This truly has been the season of the 1000m for me. Here is the final results sheet. Mark Chrysler had an excellent 1000, super solid technique, and finished first in his age group, and 3rd overall. We Americans are pretty good sprinters, at all ages. I am coughing from this effort for the next several hours, it always amazes me how much you can wreck your body in a shade over a minute.

A European Master congratulates me and says “Your first 200 was very solid, but you were somewhat stiff in the last 200.” Ha! Every 1000m is like that for me!!

Oddly enough, this very respectable Hamar time would have landed me 12th of 19 in the 1000m Norwegian Single Distance Championships, very similar to the 12th of 17 that I was at the US Single Distance Championships in Milwaukee this October!

Thanks for reading, I race again tomorrow, and since this is a single distance competition, tomorrow I am simply gonna take ever risk I can in that 500m final inner turn, and try to go faster!

The Happy Birthday Song

My wife (the esteemed Dr. Love) and a few of her friends sang me happy birthday over a cel phone.. I republished it here.

The cel phone is not the best in audio quality, but this makes me happy and warm to hear anyway.

And I need all the warmth possible, Norway is cold, and it's a wet, damp, dreary cold. JUST like Ithaca N.Y. where I grew up!!!

Birthday at the Vikingskipet

I am not a superstitious person, however I do place some minor stock in personal symbolism. Here is an example of what I mean; during the hour that I was born on January 5th (roughly 1pm) I have a tradition of doing something connected to how I want the next year to proceed. It means nothing really, but it has become symbolically meaningful to me.

In past years I have done all sorts of things during this hour, riding my bike, hurtling down mountains on skis, doing the books for my business, etc. etc, and a few things that I REALLY should not discuss on this blog, fun though they were. This time last year, I was in Lake Placid, and I went to the 1980 “miracle on ice” hockey rink to do an hour of hard dryland, as that was what I really needed to take my skating to the next level (and it still is).

But this year, during the hour I turned 35, as I am in Norway to speedskate, I was on the ice at the Norwegian Vikingskipet long track rink (I accounted for the time difference). This rink is called the “Viking Ship” because from the outside, it resembles the hull of a ship. I will get a good outside picture eventually (maybe when its not so cold, damp and grey outside, I might have to wait till spring!) but here is their website if you want to see it, it’s stunning! This is the rink the 1994 Olympics were held in, and where Dan Jansen finally won his gold.

However my pictures today are from the inside. As usual per most long tracks, they have very strange internal architecture. I like the internal struts, they are wood, and certainly feel like the inside of a boat. Click on the picture for a larger & desktop friendly version of it.

Here it is, the secret to Norwegian Speedskating sucess, this is the actual turncable Johan Olav Koss used to use before his 3 gold medals in the 1994 Olympics. Actually not, I don’t think any human could pull this rusty, Greyhound bus length piece of psychotic anchor chain. Why is this hanging on the wall?

This size 798 skate (rougly a 3443 in euro sizing) is hanging from the roof. You can see it at the end of the straightaway in the big photo. It supposedly once said “Coca-Cola” on the side, but since Coke stopped paying their sponsorship bills, they taped over the logo, but left the skate cause it’s just odd.

Top Norwegian Speedskater & 3k world record holder Eskil Ervik was staying late after the Norwegian National team practice, and did some media photo sessions with these two adorably attired kids. What unimaginable sufferings these professional athletes must endure!

I am feeling good, and enjoying myself here in Norway, its 11pm right now, and it somehow feels strangely like late afternoon, and I could just party & drink all night to celebrate another year! am I now in my mid 30’s or my late 30’s??

Yeah, right, party & drink.. not this fella, I think I will go back to my hotel room, watch more ski jumping on TV, and go to bed early, visualizing the perfect 1000m race in a few days.