Lapham Loppet 11k Race Recap
Posted in Ride Reports on January 23rd, 2012 by JimRounding turn 3 of the opening flat oval of the Lapham Loppet it would have been difficult for the gathered crowd back at the start/finish to fully understand that I was gassed, a mere 163 yards (or .37 “kilometers” in xc ski speak) into the race. I needed to go fast(er); lungs weren’t taking on enough air; it was cold; the field inexorably pulled away down the trail.
With arms flailing like I was in a pool of piranhas and legs mimicking Frankenstein at midnight, some may have assumed that it was Urkel break dancing off the back of the 2nd wave pack. Panicked with the fear of being a full 10 lengths off the back as we rounded back through the start/finish area, I gasped back into the tailing jetsam of the wave of 20 skiers just as we passed the start…and THEN the race began!
Poor technique is the water-boarding of cross country skiing. The harder the effort, the more the technique suffers, the more technique suffers the harder you want to go, the more your technique suffers, the harder the effort. You get the idea.
In this case, I fully appreciated the need to get up the 250 ft. Gut Buster with the “mountain goats” versus the regular ol’ goats. The effort in the first 2 miles was extreme. I worked hard to pass a group of 5 who (thankfully!) were starting to suffer too. On the slopes, I was able to rejoin the main Wave 2 group and actually started to regain some composure as we went up.
The Laham Loppet (Black Loop) course then features a mix of lightning fast downhills (read: short recovery) matched with endless “false flats” and REAL gut busters (ref: Asthma Hill). My spirits piqued when I saw two Café Hollander team mates just down the trail. I felt good enough to squeak past Butter (John Young) on Rock Ridge and even worked my way up to Jabo, who skis with the fluidity of a Bolshoi lead. Nervously I flailed past him just before Asthma Hill and then waited for the tap…”Nice Try!” he’d surely say as he danced past!
Out of fear of suffering this humiliation, I went as hard as I could, down the gentle grade following Asthma Hill and on to the brutally difficult Tower Hill climb. With tonsils choking back my lungs, I cranked it over the top…still no tap…and screamed down (the Garmin reported 33 mph) the ½ mile hill on Twizzlerized legs, passing a couple more guys.
(Medical side note: on a repaired left knee, right turns are difficult. Tower Hill or the Big Slide culminates with, wait for it, a hard right!)
I dared not glance back at the skier nipping at the tails of the skinny skis and only redoubled my resolve to make it up “Two Tier” still “in the lead” over my two teammates.
Hope turned to joy at the top of this the final hill…a quick glance over my shoulders showed NO Hollander kit in my (cross-eyed) field of vision. Downhill and back onto the flats, I was able to resume the break-dancing routine and finish in just over 40 minutes…:30 ahead of Butter and Jabo…and good enough for 24th place.













