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The path of a Wolverine
Mountain athlete and endurance coach, Brittany Aäe takes us into her winter world
joy has no season
In many choice mountain towns, the winter months come with a heavy dose of snow beginning between Halloween and Thanksgiving and not relenting until at least April.
With a little know-how, I've found that running need not cease when the trails are blanketed in white. Some time off can allow persistent overuse injuries to heal and open up time for other pursuits but, it can also be a time of regression in the fitness and fluidity mountain runners work so hard to attain with their running practices.
Magnetic North
As a coach to runners and mountain athletes, I came face-to-face with this very issue upon spending my first winter in the Methow Valley in 2015. I decided, as any coach should, to use myself as the test subject. Trying to optimize the winter months by using all sorts of traction systems, running surfaces, and training tactics ultimately evolved into an e-book on the topic, encapsulating my findings.
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However, today was the first of March and my winter coping strategies have expired;-)
My two trips to the Joshua Treed desert already happened and my sports bra tan is faded. The comforting rhythm created by stoking a woodstove all winter, now feels confining: I need more room to roam.
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I’ve maintained high running mileage all winter not as a means of self-flagellation (although it might appear that way to most observers of my daily mountain ambulations), but as the currency of commitment with which I purchase gnostic summer runs in the alpine.
My feral late-August effort is not actually when I run an “only known time”; these dead-of-winter runs, when I’d rather be eating my eighth pancake, are the runs during which I earn my ability to perform unfettered on dry alpine single-track. Ha! my eyeballs actually froze open this year when I forgot to wear goggles on a windy run! As much as I work hard this season, often against the cues of immediate pleasure, there is beauty in the northern white.
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My neighborhood cougar likes to walk behind doe and I like to run behind them both - keeping at least five minutes’ distance between us, lest we meet and become confused about who was stalking whom. Bobcat’s dark rump disappearing in the margins of unkempt pine forest calls me to presence on a snowy run, re-centering in my body. I’ve learned that eagle and raven have a flirtatious relationship in winter, the season during which they share carrion. I’ve watched a golden eagle crumple into the form of a loose paper bag on the wind only to right himself again mere feet above the ice-churning Chewuch river. Moose, pressured out of the highlands in search of more willow to snip, leaves her massive prints suspended in deep snow but, dammit.....never shows her horsey face.
Along these densely tamped down troughs within this valley - the only thin ribbons on which to make our way - we often meet and regard one another with surprise in the forest.
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..... three dripping hours in slush, knowing it was part of the down payment on another gnostic summer tramping the high country like a wolverine.
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