Fantastic Four

So tonight was an incredible night of four-man training. At first we weren't sure that we would be able to use the Club's sled, but thankfully we were able to work it out where we got it tonight.

And it was awesome.

Myself, Don, Matt, and a newcomer to the team, Brad Welsh, all put on our spikes for our first push start loads of the season....at the end of the season, sadly enough. But it was worth it. We practiced a few dry loads with the sled just sitting on the ice just to get a feel for the load process and to get a better understanding of how to get to our seats on a sprint. After that, we just sat around and waited. My old friend and teammate Joe Sisson was coaching a previous session, so he came up to the start and we shared a few stories with some of the newer athletes.

Well, our time came up and we moved the sled up to the starting line. I could tell that everyone was just a tiny bit nervous and all the skeleton athletes had there faces pushed against the starthouse windows so they could watch us.

Matt yelled "Backset" and Don and Brad both yelled "SET!" and I yelled "READY" and bam! We were off. Now, you have to remember that it was our first push-load so we just jogged a couple of steps and then started hopping in. I got in and all of the sudden I could hear Matt yelling "Get in! Get in!" Then I realized that I hadn't felt Don get in yet. Brad and Matt had to wait for Don to get in before they could take their seats. Well Don did make it in and everyone got into their positions just fine.

Our first run was actually a lot of fun, a mid-54 second. So we dropped another second off our time from last week. I was pleased with that considering we had 7-second push. Once we crossed the finish line all the guys were cheering. We got out of the sled at the finish dock and man oh man did Matt give Don a hard time for not getting in the sled. I had to laugh at the way those two just pick on each other. But it was all in good fun and we were so excited about the run. I asked everyone if they wanted to push farther on the next one and they were all for it. What was really funny is that when we got back to the Joe gave MATT a hard time for the way he was yelling at Don to get in. We all got a good laugh at how the tables were turned on Storms. But he's a good sport so he gave it right back to Joe.

On our second run everyone was pumped up still. With grins on our faces and a bit more fire in our eyes, we pulled the sled to the starting line, set it in the grooves, and called out our readiness. We didn't give it our all, we all held back quite a bit, but we dropped a half-second off our start time. And the second run felt GOOOOOD. It was a lot smoother and cleaner and we had a low 53-second downtime. And as soon as we crossed the finish line everyone just cheered. I heard Matt and Don and Brad just let out the loudest yells when they saw our finish time. I grinned. It was just an incredible feeling for all of us. Fourman training is pretty much the toughest side of bobsledding their is. Its more dangerous, its faster, and its harder on the body. But last night, all four of us were on Cloud 9. That was our track that night.

And as I sat there thinking about it, surrounded by some of the greatest athletes I've ever known, I was pretty grateful for what I was able to do. And then that got me thinking even more. We had just hit a 53 with AWFUL runners that haven't been sanded in years and that have rust marks and scratches all over them. On top of that, we pushed a 6.24, probably a full second slower than we could push if we really tried. And it was snowy last night so some of the skeleton guys were getting 56s, 57s, and even some 58s. So if we sand the runners, push our all, and on good ice conditions...wow. We could be getting 51s or even 50s! Now THAT is something to smile about!

Crash Test Dummies

So last Friday night's (Feb. 8) training session was definitely an interesting one!

One of the directors for our local bobsled and skeleton club called in a favor and asked Matt and I to test drive a bobsled to figure out what is wrong with the steering system. Apparently the driver of the sled has voiced serious concerns about the sled's ability to respond to his driving. I can understand since a broken sled would make any driver nervous considering it would be out of control at 80 MPH.

So, we agreed. I think in our heads we were thinking "Hey, its a great way to provide some service to our fellow athletes and its a free trip down the track."

Well, even a free trip down the track can cost too much sometimes!

Matt, Steve, Tom, and I all made a few modifications to the sled's steering system before the run. Thinking that we had solved the problem, I got into the driver's seat and Matt gave us a small jog off and then tried to jump in. I say tried because while he made it into the sled, due to the sled's custom rollbars (the sled is built for a paraplegic so it has a few modifications) Matt was unable to tuck down like he normally does. In his words, "That was the first time that I've ever seen the whole track!"

So, as we started to pick up speed in the first few turns my brain automatically registered an immediate problem: the sled was indeed broken. The steering system wasn't responding so I had to literally crank the steering ropes in the direction that I wanted the sled to turn. I felt like I had about 15% control over the sled whereas normally its a comforting 100%. Needless to say we bounced off the walls and waved up and down in the turns.

When we crossed the finish line Matt and I pretty much had the exact same thought in our heads: NEVER AGAIN! Well, at least until the steering system gets fixed. That had to have been one of the scariest rides I've ever taken in a bobsled in 8 years in the sport! So needless to say the sled's owners took it home to work on over the next few days! Whew!

After that we took another three runs in our own sled and they were, to our relief, much better (not to mention faster). Don and I went first, Matt and I went second, and then we took a newbie down for his first run, Hans. The ice was a little bit slower so our times weren't record breaking or anything, but it was still a good night! The most disappointing news of the night was that our race the following day (Sat the 9th) had been cancelled due to a shortage of participants. Grrr! We were looking forward to winning three races in a row, but that's ok. We'll just keep improving and getting faster and looking forward to the next race!

So even though you may have to go through some bumpy experiences in order to help out those in need, sometimes it really is the best thing to do!

Dream big!

The Night Hell Must Have Frozen Over

It was cold. I mean, we're talking COLD. Friday (Feb 1st)night's practice was almost miserable. I had to loan my gloves to Don who was pushing that night and everytime I touched metal it was so cold it burned my hand. We're talking instant minor frostbite here. And we made the crazy decision to train in our spandex racing suits that night! Why oh why didn't we just wear normal clothes training clothes???

A highlight of the night was that we had a photographer from Provo come up to take some candid shots of us training, Mark Weinberg. You can check out some of his shots at http://mlwphotos.com/proofs/teamholm/ .

So, we've established the fact that it was cold. Like, in the teens cold. So on our first run as soon as I loaded into the sled and felt Don load into his seat, my helmet began to fog over. And I mean, really cloud over. Most of the time I can just tilt my head back a little bit to get some air on the helmet shield to clear it up, but this time I had about 40% visibility for most of the track. Imagine doing that at 80MPH!

But it only got worse from there. There was so much snow up at the track that it had covered the tarps that are over Turns 14 and 15. Once we came out of Turn 13 it was like looking down into an underground tunnel: pitch black. So that mixed with a fogged helmet made for a pretty interesting run! It was a 53 second and given the conditions I was ok with that.

So the second run was only marginally better, a high 52 and I just had to laugh. It truly was a great night of training in the worst conditions imaginable. It wasn't that we were really able to work on our technique so much as now we know that we can slide in the worst conditions possible. Its like they say, sometimes you just need to face the worst situations in life just so you can know that you can handle it next time it comes around. Experiences like that should give us all confidence that we really are stronger than we thought we were.

But, still, I think it was cold enough that Hell froze over that night!