By Lydia AllenOh, Nordic skiing, what isn’t there to love about it? Hairy boys, cold weather, frozen chin hairs, and, oh yes, the spandex! Britta Clark and I love the spandex. We think it is the greatest thing ever. With all of the pretty colors! Just you have to have it on the right people. It’s fine for girls. But for boys? Not so much. We would rather see them keep there warm up pants on to race in. We realize that this will never happen, but we can dream right?
The North Branch ski team is lacking in racers this year. Only Britta Clark and I are skiing in races. Britta is racing at the high school level and I am racing at the middle school level, unless there is no middle school division then I do the JV race. At the Breadloaf race two weekends ago, Britta placed 21st out of 59 and had a time of 20:53 in the high school race. I got first out of 4 with a time of 11:40 in the middle school race. We stood out due to our lack of uniforms. Britta and I did try, though: we used crazy red, and orange and blue spandex with white tops.
The rest of the North Branch Nordic is doing quite well. We have had a great turn out, and everyone is doing amazing learning the art of being a Nordic Nerd. We have been transforming some Down Hill skiers into Nordic nerds. A typical day in the life of a NBS skier who just wants to ski will involve taking 30 minutes to find your skis and poles, put on your boots, and, well figure out how to get those skis into those bindings ( it takes talent). After 30 minutes has been wasted doing tasks that should take all but a few miunutes we do a lap around the field, first without poles then with poles. And then TO THE WOODS! By this point in the day, the sun will be starting to go down, so we only have 40 minutes to get our hands to the point were you can’t feel them and our poor toes to the point where you would rather you didn’t even have toes.
But don’t get me wrong, I love skiing. And so does Britta. I think that Britta also likes her RCR Fisher skis and her new top-of-the line Excel racing poles. Don’t feel bad if you have no idea what I am talking about. I don’t even know what Britta is saying half the time. Whenever britta brings up Carbon Light Fisher RCS’s my mom, the coach of the team, tells us how she used to race on skis “the size of tree trunks” and how her dad would spray this stuff on the bottom so they wouldn’t stop moving half way down a hill. Also how she raced in her snow boots, with bindings that you slide your foot into, and then 5 min. after putting your foot in these bindings they would come off of your feet once again.
My mom has come out of this Nordic Tragedy well, though. She and Eric Warren have done a great job of teaching the new Nordic Nerds how to ski properly. But oh, please, leave the double-poling to my mom. When Eric double-poles he lifts himself out of the track, jumping until his skis are two inches in the air, his hands as far in front of him as they will go, and his hips, oh, way forward. My mom, on the other hand, gets up on her toes like you are supposed to do. She has her hips forward, and her hands square with her shoulders. A much prettier sight to watch than Eric’s leaping frog. No matter how many times Britta and I have tried to show him how to double-pole properly he just says, “ You wait until twenty years from now. This will be the new way to do it, they will call it the Warren!” At this, Britta and I ski away in shame that the leaping thing thinks that his technique will become the new double pole technique!
We do love Eric, what would we do with out him? He transfers the skis, and helps the new Nordic nerds find out how to get their feet into those bindings, and he is a main asset to the team. Without him we would have lack of laughs and help as we ski through the woods.
Lydia is an eighth grader at the North Branch School, an independent school in Ripton, VT.