Athlete Blogs

The last time I was in Alaska was November 13, 2012.  The last time I was in the United States of America was January 31, 2013.  The last time I blogged was… too long ago.  As I wrap up my tour of Europe I thought it might be fun to share a little map of […]

I am in Madona, Latvia and I race a 10k skate mass start in an hour and 45 minutes.  Since my last blog I have raced in Minneapolis, spent another week in a basement room recovering from a whole ‘nother cold, and subsequently traveled to Latvia.  Here’s the lowdown: picture format. The Minneapolis Tour de […]

When it comes to Nationals I seem to have a bit of a pattern.  I often get sick on the morning of December 25th, so, as I am opening presents with my family I feel a little postnasal drip that flourishes into a full-blown sore throat by the next day.  I spend the next 7 […]

It looks like a clear, gorgeous, cold, white Christmas tomorrow.  I suppose that shouldn’t be surprising; Fairbanks is always like that, right?  This year it’s beautifully, incandescently, and predictably frigid at home– and I am not there.  A few weeks ago I decided to try an altitude camp before Nationals in Soldier Hollow.  I thought that […]

This weekend was the largest and most overwhelming immersion in awesomeness that I have ever experienced.  Things seem pretty normal now: am now sitting placidly in the Calgary airport, I just finished re-reading The Hunger Games (which I still can’t put down, even when I know what happens next), and am sorting through my thoughts […]

And just like I was hoping, I made it to the world cup in Canada by the skin of my teeth.  Any more bubble-riding like that and I’ll have no skin left on my teeth (whatever that means).  In Bozeman I was sickeningly consistent, with 7th, 6th, and 7th places.  Other than Sadie, I may […]

Patience is not my forté as far as virtues go.  I still mentally squirm like a border collie puppy if anyone makes me wait for ice cream, movies, or the next book in a series.  Anticipation is supposed to sweeten the anticipated, but usually it sours my disposition so badly that I devour the event without […]