Ski 1:59:52 [3] 21.1 mi (5:41 / mi) +597m 5:13 / mi
So.
I signed up for the 33k skate marathon, figuring I'd get in to Boston mid-afternoon, go to sleep around 7 (winter is so much easier for jet lag because you don't have to try to sleep in sunlight), leave Boston around 4:30, and drive north to Craftsbury, basically recovering half of the jet lag.
And it worked! Bed at 7:30, wake up at 4:15, out the door at 4:45 and … my car didn't start. I'd tried to start the car the day before and it worked, but then didn't. Well, shit. One car came by in the next 30 minutes. I was about to pack it in when my neighbor poked his head out the door. Had I woken him up? No, he was headed to the airport. He gave me a jump, and I drove north, with a chance to make the start.
3:22 to Craftsbury, including a stop for gas.
I got to the Center at 8:53, put on boots and race suit, ran to get my bib, ran back and was at the start as the horn sounded. At 8:59. I yelled at Ed and pointed at the clock. He said it was under starters' orders. I was started by about 9:01 chasing down the field as Amy slightly heckled me.
I passed four guys looping the field, got in the woods, and then there was no way in hell I was about to ski 33k with a liter of water in my bladder. So I pulled off the trail in to 4" of powder and rectified that situation. Then passed those guys again.
I was well in to L3 passing people, but had no one to pace off of, so I felt like I was going faster than I was. Sometimes I'd catch a group and hang on, and sometimes I'd have to wait for a moment to pass or remind myself I should be going faster. Finished in 2:00, but with 3 or 4 minutes of late/pee time at the start, and another few minutes, probably, of not having anyone to ski/draft off of.
But I had what I wanted, a long L3 effort three weeks before the Birkie.
On the list this week: getting a new car battery.