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Think you’ve got the Golden Wheel?

27.Jul.2010 by Matt Briggs

Hey all-
We’re putting together a rollerski race this sunday at the Jericho rollerski trails, and you should be there.  It’s going to be a 15k for men, 10k for women, in the afternoon.  It’s going to be featuring a bunch of the US’s top biathletes as well as many skiers from around New England, including the 10 skiers of the GRP.  The race will also be followed by a barbeque for all racers and spectators.  It should be a lot of fun and one of the best rollerski races you’ll find anywhere in the summer.  Registration is at skireg.com.  Winners will receive the almost famous “Golden Wheel.”

Questions? Want to volunteer?  email craftsburygrp@gmail.com.

I Love the 90’s

12.Jul.2010 by Matt Briggs

Pretty much every summer I’ve ever participated in has included some heat wave that always seems to be the hottest weather I’ve ever experienced or tried to train in.  I think that we’ve now finished ours for the year (or at least I hope so).  Last week it was low 90’s every day here with lots of sun and a lot of humidity with no rain.  Here’s a few highlights from the week:

Drips coming off my helmet after literally every pole stroke as I rollerski.

Falling asleep while sweating.

Swimming workouts.

Dehydration and sunburns (not for me, for other people.  Don’t worry Mom and Dad-I used my sunscreen).

Trying to do workouts before breakfast and after dinner only to find it’s no nicer even then.

Running out of ice cubes by 9am every morning.

Taking a cold shower and not making it back to my room before the dripping water turns to sweat.

Eating salad for dinner because it’s too hot to eat anything else.

Taking a kayak out to the middle of the lake so I could flip it, climb on top, and dive deep, where the cold water lives.

Hearing someone announce, every day, that tomorrow is supposed to be the worst of it.

Wishing we weren’t a green team so we could get an air conditioner.

Bellyflops in the lake before and after every meal and workout.

And finally:

Watching Sister Act with Pat (who was sleeping in the basement) late at night hoping my room would be habitable by the end (it wasn’t).

So, enjoy the heat and sun.  Or don’t.  I’m trying to enjoy it, because in 3 and a half months I’m going to be in Finland, where they have neither.

The Mustache

4.Mar.2010 by Matt Briggs

Anyone who knows me knows two things.  One, I have blond or dirty blond hair.  Two, I’m not the hairiest kid you’ll find out there.  Really, at my age, the amount of hair I have can be a little shocking.  I have at most 6 hairs on my chest, none on my back, and very little on my face.  It’s always seemed especially strange given that my college roommate basically looked like a gorilla, but with a hairy chest too.  So it’s a bit of a sore subject for me.

This year I’ve been really trying to grow some more facial hair but it turns out that its really hard, not matter how hard you push, how much you water your upper lip, and how much Chia paste you rub on your cheeks.  It just doesn’t help.  And when people tell you the more you shave the thicker it gets, they’re lying.  That doesn’t even make sense.

So a couple weeks ago I decided it was time to rev the engines and really see where I was.  Now I think I could grow a pretty nasty neckbeard, and I might be able to pull of a soulpatch, but the only thing I really wanted was a mustache.  Unfortuantely for me, the hair on my lip is the lightest part.  That didn’t stop me though, and for the past few weeks I’ve been letting it grow.  And I think I speak for everyone when I say, I’m looking pretty good.

Before I really get into the details of what I’m lookin at here, I want to make it clear what I was going for.  There’s a lot of different types of mustaches.  I can think of 6:

1: The Fu-Manchu.  This is a bunch of wispy strands, growing on the upper lip that are so long they hang around the mouth down to the chin.  Popular asian style.

2: The American Fu-Manchu aka the Hulk Hogan.  This is a full dense mustache on the upper lip and down to the chin, but hair actually grows down to the chin, it isn’t hanging.

3: The Adolf.  Not popular.

4: The Pushbroom.  Full dense ‘stache on the upper lip only.  Commonly trimmed at the bottom.  Popular in the 80s and perfected by Tom Selleck in “Three Men and a Baby.”

5: The English Colonial.  Thick sideburns down to the jaw and into a mustache.  Basically all facial hair except the beard is shaved off.

6: The Pedro.  From Napoleon Dynamite.  This is a thin, wispy, failed attempt at a mustache.  Popularized by overgrown 8th graders everywhere.

So with this in mind, I was aiming for English Colonial.  But I knew it wasn’t in the cards for me.  One day I’ll nail it, but for now, I had to work with the ingredients I have.  And I don’t have sideburns.  So I settled for the pushbroom.  It’s pretty classic and I thought I might be able to pull it off.  With our big trip to the midwest coming up, I started not shaving for a week (which is normal) and then the night before we left, I shaved everything but the stache.  I was pleasantly surpised.  I could see it, in the right light, standing 2 feet from the mirror.  So that’s like 4 feet in real life, in the right light.  I’m still pushing hard and trying to keep it going, but here’s what I’ve found.  A good stache seems to have two main components: density and length.  I’ve got length, I think.  I don’t have the density though, and that part is hard to change.  I think I’ll keep trying though.  Eventually I’ll get the few hairs I have long enough to fold them over and make it look like more hairs.  Then I’ll be really all set.  Or maybe I’ll just set myself up with rogaine or something.  I heard that stuff can do wonders.

I’ll try to get a picture up soon, if my camera can capture it, in the right light.  or maybe if you see me you’ll be able to see it yourself.  If you’re within 6 feet.  In the right light.

Thumbs Up

29.Oct.2009 by Matt Briggs

Yesterday Ollie and I were rollerskiing and I fell and jammed my thumb.  I went home and Pepa thought it would be a good idea to get it checked out to make sure it wasn’t broken.

But here’s the good part.  On the insurance form at the Urgent Care where it said occupation I wrote athlete.  And in the part where it asked if my injury happened while I was on the job, I checked yes.

I’m pretty sure that means I’m eligible for workers comp if I can’t ski.