There is always a way to podium finish, even if you're Team Slowtech.
The Rofan night race near here in Austria is basically a time trial up 1,000 meters vert, with a short downhill and another tiny uphill to the finish. The fastest do it in about 42 minutes. I was last in my age class (and just about last overall) at 1:11, but still happy as a clam since skiing up around 3,300 vert in just over an hour is a good enough take-home for this beat up body. Besides, I won a watch in the raffle and got a free can of Red Bull. The fat moon hanging over the Rofan was nice too, but after a while I wasn’t looking at it too much.
I’m not much of a randonnee racer — never have been — never will be. But I still enjoy trailing the occasional event. And doing one in Europe is a trip. It’s fun to see the mountain gazelles show up and drop into their bouncy and frankly intimidating warmup routines, my favorite this time being the sparkplug physique female who duck walked for 50 feet back and forth in the parking lot about a dozen times. I’ll pass on that technique.
The gear is cool too. Little tiny toothpick skis with Dynafit or ATC race bindings, lots of Scarpa F1 boots and even some F3s, all sorts of small mods for weight reduction, skin removal and the like. Of course a few guys show up on their regular backcountry ski gear — when I can’t pass those characters when on my borrowed race skis it’s pretty embarrassing, but I get over it so long as they’re 1/3 my age.
What’s fun is we do the race as a team: myself, Fritz and his friend Ricki. Since we’re the only mixed gender team we get to podium. I mean what’s a day of racing without a podium finish, even if you are the slowest? That’s why we call ourselves “Team Slowtech.” If we need to speed up, I make sure we slow down first. Works every time.
At the start, it's hard to know where you fit in when you're more of a ski mountaineer than a runner. I always wear too much clothing, and my camera bouncing around in my jacket pocket ended up being something like the Chinese water torture after about a million tiny bumps calling my attention to each gasping breath and groaning step.
When you look down at your leg and see this, you know you're not in Kansas anymore.
Yours truly, max heartrate. It's been really cold here, so I was actually able to finish the run with three upper body clothing layers. Of course part of that was because I was moving too slow to sweat.
And you ALWAYS end at a gasthaus. Here, Riki and Fritz chat up Veronica Swidrak, who was top 10 in the World Cup last season. She was pretty fast in this race as well, 50:45.
WildSnow.com publisher emeritus and founder Lou (Louis Dawson) has a 50+ years career in climbing, backcountry skiing and ski mountaineering. He was the first person in history to ski down all 54 Colorado 14,000-foot peaks, has authored numerous books about about backcountry skiing, and has skied from the summit of Denali in Alaska, North America’s highest mountain.
