The Darkness

Last night I got out of class after practice started so I went out for a run alone. blah. Luckily I saw Matty finishing his run when I started and he was nice enough to go with me. Ten minutes in we can't even see the ground its so dark, the wind is just tearing along, its cold and I had short shorts on. Anyway so Matty heads in after finishing his run and I am left to roam the streets of Canton alone. Black ice and shadows everywhere I just wandered around. Then it hit me. I really, really hate this time of year. Snow one day, none the next. Cold, but not cold enough. I love bitching about this. I mean I really HATE this time of year.

Wednesday I was on snow which was nice, first on snow intervals of the year. Level 3 double pole, Beano Scuba and I did 5 by 4 min. if i remember correctly. Felt good, still some junk in my lungs. We skied a loop out in the woods near a big radio tower near SLU's old snowbowl. Some fun little downhills in the loop, had to track the girls a million times but it was fun (we yell BWARP instead of track now on the mens team). I am sick of school though. I just want this semester to be done and to be on snow, just training sleeping eating and watching bad TV with the boys, even if that means enjoying the drive Houghton.

Lazy Friday right now, no class but I have to meet with some teachers and work on some projects. We have team photos today but I am going to show up late so they have to use my Unibomber shot from last year. We might be skiing in Canada or Placid this weekend.

Man I hate Masters

Before I go any farther, I don't really hate masters. Just most of them. So from the cabin I went Bambi in tow to my house took my first shower in a week. Headed up to Stowe on Saturday and hiked up under the gondola with Noah and Tele skied down. Nice powder in the woods and I only coughed up 2 pounds of phlegm on the way up. After an entertaining night in Stowe I woke up and tried to go skiing up in the notch. My skis looked like sandpaper on the bottom they hadn't been waxed in so long but I was having fun cruising along. Well that was until I bumped into Mr. Master Blaster who must have just robbed a Louis Garneau museum from the 1980s. As I am skiing up on this guy (cause I am SO fast on Sunday mornings) I am watching him literally ski over small children so he doesn't have to slow up. There were a bunch of families walking up in the Notch and this guy wasn't having any of it. So as I catch Jean Claude working his neon ass up the hill I try and make some small talk before Northug by him. Of course in the matter of ten seconds he not only drops the fact that he's going out easy cause he wants to ski 4 hours but tells me about his focus on making the first wave in the Birkie. With an already weak stomach I thought I was going to blow chunks. I can't stand it. Then he started tearing into me about how it must be nice to have such good rock skis. The whole thing was stupid.

Anyway after getting a nice ski in and not feeling to sick I settled in for the long ride back to SLU, sun glaring in my eyes the whole way. From huntin' guttin' cookin' hikin' and skiin' I had a pretty good break, wish I hadn't been as sick, but I was able to rest up a bunch. Now the fun begins catching up on work. Went on a sketchy run this morning where everything seemed glazed over with ice with a light mist falling. I hate this time of year, I just want snow everywhere.

Gut Deer?

I am at home hoping that dial up service will work to upload some pics of my deer. Yes thats right, I finally got a deer. My buddy and fellow Burke Alumn Adam Cota came up Sunday night to the cabin to do some hunting with me. After working hard Monday morning pushing for a few miles and not seeing anything we took a short breakfast/brunch/lunch break incorporating as many calories as we could. Switching spots we worked the same hillside. I worked right off of Johns Notch which is a place I have skied by a few hundred times while training at Burke. As dusk drew close I was getting real cold but held out that last couple minutes to have a three pointer work in from the side. I took him from about ten feet broadside. Cota heard the shot and came up, I had already tracked it not more than a hundred feet from where I shot. Then the fun began, with it being my first deer and Cota's first solo attempt we got elbow deep and did our best cleaning it out. After a half hour drag (the hardest work I have done in a week) we had some solid light from the cabin and cleaned up the rest. What felt like a solid 125 pound deer was only 93 pounds down at famous Rick's Gun Shop when I brought it in the next day, the smallest on his list so far, but the rack was legal (must be a three pointer with an inch long spike) so I couldn't complain. Dragging it up to my dad's truck this morning my brother noticed that I was probably the only person to ever drag a deer in tights. The baby blue NE ones none the less.

With hunting out of the way and some improving health I managed to get up the mountain twice. The first time I had to stop on the alpine trail and dry heave as I coughed up the better part of my lungs. With just enough snow I managed to do some no pole skiing at the top of the toll road and skied most of the way down. Today I skied most of the toll road up and rallied down on crust. I am feeling better but still cough every few minutes. Anyway I am almost looking forward to getting back to school healthy to make the month long push to race season.

Hunter likes talking in the third person

Hunter is in Burke and is sick as balls. Nasty sore throat started honest to god exactly at 2:10 Thursday in class and sure enough I had the whole sore around the eyes, shoot me I am so tired thing going on. Long drive home on Friday after a long nights sleep. Made it up to Burke Saturday and I have just been chillin at the cabin. Just tried to ski on the soccer field here at the academy but my lungs feel like there is glass in them. It sucks. I am going to keep it easy till I am %100 because this time of year is rough and I don't need to start of the ski season with a nasty cold or whatever. I didn't travel with the team which is good because it would have sucked to get everyone sick. So yeah I am just drinking tea as fast as I can and deer hunting till I get better. This makes the last two weeks really frustrating with training but I am hoping to get back on the ball.

Here is my new sponsor for this winter. Pepper and I watch these videos probably 6 times a day.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=M0fWUJosjak

http://youtube.com/watch?v=z9Y_fogrZ8I&feature=related

If I only had some of this to really get on my training. haha.

I am bored so I will probably creep around campus all week and write two meaningless posts a day! I BET you're excited!

Hunter says goodbye

Hunter goes Hunting: Gets bored. Then gets cold

So Everyone thinks its pretty funny that my name is Hunter and yes I do hunt (poorly). Opening weekend of Rifle season is big in the Karnedy family. I drove home Thursday after class, trained at home friday and drove up to Burke. On my way up 91 the Golf decides that it wants to be heard and my mid pipe on my exhaust snaps right before the pre muffler. Running straight off the headers my car sounded like it was from Mad Max, I mean I love loud cars, LOVE them, but after about a half hour of ear shattering backfires and my ears bleeding when I mashed the throttle it got old. It did make for a grand entrance into deer camp I got settled in and chilled with the insane Karnedy posse. Opening morning I remembered why I had taken a little break for deer hunting. First off its early as hell, I mean it was still dark out, that early. Number two its cold as balls. These things make me angry and I had no stand to hunt so I just wandered out looking for a place to take a nap. Then these Doe decide to ruin my nap and get me all excited thinking that I Buck was pushing them into my clearing. To make a long story short I didn't see another damn thing all weekend, didn't train as much as I wanted (it was a recovery week though which worked out real well) and all I got was cold and bored.

What did I learn from this?
-I should stick to skiing.
-I have no patience.
-Gloves are important for staying warm, I should bring these hunting.
-My brother is better than me in the woods. A LOT better.
-Again I should stick to skiing.

Intervals on the track this afternoon. Back home for Thanksgiving as soon as tomorrow. The team minus me was going to West Yellowstone but might not now, maybe following them if they go to Canada.

I do school work

These are some pics I took for my Digital Art class working on my skis. SO artsy

Woof

SO I am pretty tired. Big Sunday morning, again I didn't have a watch like always but the mens team put in a solid 3 hour classic roller today. Found an awesome new road off of our traditional river road out and back. Good pavement and a controlled L1 pace really paid off and everyone was on their game. Sac Beano Knut and I put in a few more minutes and Ethan picked us up. This week was a bit easier but we also had solid L3-4 intervals on Friday at #9 road. Saturday was trail work at Higley followed by a easy run.

I can't stress this enough, the team is really dialed right now, every workout has gone off without a hitch and we haven't had any serious sickness on the team. It's hard to stay %100 when school work stacks up this time of year.

I'm not going to West Yellowstone with the rest of the team so the next few weeks will be interesting. Next week I am leaving for Deer Camp in Vermont on Thursday because I don't have friday classes so I will be doing my workouts at Burke and doing some hunting if I can find my deer tags in this messy room.

The week was really finished off nice with the guys getting lunch off campus at the Meadows. Beano managed to eat a solid pound of hamburger get two Jethro burgers and eating them before I could eat one. I have been too tired to even shower yet today so I am going to get on that before my smell makes me throw up. Woof.