Friday, February 1, 2013
New Website
Hey y'all... Thanks for checking the blog! This is being moved to stephenettinger.com as of right meow. I'm gonna keep writing, hopefully more often for that matter, but I think you'll like the new site a little better. At least I hope you do.
Monday, January 7, 2013
Gas station coffee is critical
Regardless I find myself back in pop-tarts and gas-station-mocha-cappuccino
season again. Those become two essential staples in my diet. Its beginning to
be that time of year where I really can’t eat enough in the day to replenish
what I burn, and I cant sleep enough to completely recover from my efforts.
It’s a special time where I find myself laying on the floor a lot, usually
staring at the ceiling, and when I do make it to the couch or bed my legs ache.
Conversations can be tough because coherent thoughts and sentences become
illusory.
I had a phenomenal December, during which I continued to
rack up the hours nordorking, snow-biking and touring. I spent a weekend in Bellingham for my cousin Mari's wedding, and as great as it was to be with my family together celebrating something so special, I would be lying if I wasn't scheming about how to spend more time exploring the Galibrath MTB Park the whole time. For the first time I
decided to stay in Bozeman for the holidays, and my parents instead came to
visit me. We had five days to ski and dine as we wanted, and I think we did a
pretty good job for ourselves. I loved being able to show them around in this
winter playground (wait why do I live and train here?!), with stable, cold,
powdery snow and fresh tracks to be had both in the backcountry and on the
nordic trails. They ended up having to take off Christmas day in attempt to
catch my sister back in Washington for a dinner and work the following day. I
joined Keegan and family for Christmas dinner and just enjoyed the hell out of
it. I think it was the best holiday week I can remember.
We followed that up with a New Years to rival all up in
Cooke City, MT renting out the Woody Creek Cabin. Eight of us found ourselves
in what are some of the most brilliant mountains in North America skiing cold,
dry powder under blue skies. We made it until 10:30 New Years Eve, but it was
midnight somewhere, and having the gas to properly welcome in 2013 the
following day seemed more important than staying awake. Had we eight bottles of
champagne instead of four, this might have been a different story…
Those three days of stupefaction kicked off a week (and closed a training block) that by Saturday had turned me into a terrifying, spandex-clad cyclist highschooling pop-tarts and gas station ‘high rev’ coffee in a Belgrade parking lot. So I’ve got that going for me… There’s plenty more of that to look forward to in the coming weeks and months. But I’ve also got Corrine moving back to town sometime this week, and I get to go to Switzerland in five days time, and I only have to stay for four days! So there are lots of good thing coming up too. I’m pretty excited for what I foresee myself being part of in the near future… even the parts where I’m bonking… somehow.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Training*
Monday ski touring with Allen |
There’s and asterisks in the title for a reason. It’s well into December now, definitely training season again, and although I’ve been putting in some moderate 20hr weeks I absolutely do not feel like I’ve been training. That being said I most definitely find myself in a shape other than round…
Wednesday singletrack |
I’ve got this fortuitous upward movement, which I think arose after my recent revulsion of the paradigm I spent last year using. Lately, training has equated
to backcountry faceshots on bluebird powder days, a short lived ski racing
comeback, breathtaking December singletrack, long road rides with friends,
trail runs that last for hours and gym work that is making me feel like a more
balanced human-being (I will never be Arnold, but hopefully the T-Rex arms and
shoulder problems will disappear).
But its not merely powder skiing and being beaten by middle-schoolers
that is making me feel so good right now, but a more profound something they
are feeding. Someone close to me calls it happiness training… and seems pretty
straightforward. It’s powerful, and honest, and transformative. It goes beyond
the efforts I make during training; it is embodied in balanced life I am
choosing and the people I am surrounding myself with.
Washington |
This Fall was restorative for me, and positioned me to find
myself in this calm right now. I’d been training and playing enough to hide
most indications of my dark beer and cookie diet, but after taking a couple
weeks away from formal training during the first half of Movember I finally
felt like I needed to start working again. I spent ten days over Thanksgiving visiting family and friends while training on my favorite roads back in Washington. After that, and a visit from my close friend (and fellow Olympic dreamer)
Corrine, I’ve got my body and head moving in a new direction looking
toward the 2013 season. This paradigm shift makes this pursuit feel more
sustainable and authentic… two feelings that breed lots of happiness. Absolutely
none of what I am doing feels remotely like the cold, winter drudgery that can
arise out of base training. I feel (and hope) I am on the way to the best
condition of my life. And it’s got me convinced that I am into something
brilliant.
Wednesday singletrack |
Sunday faceshots |
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Its snowing where I am
I am watching it snow and I’ve got a cold. It must be
November. I haven’t ridden my bike in 3 days, and do not intend to before next
week. The only thing I'm planning to do is drink tea, sit next to the fire and nap.
Then I'll make a whiskey soda, dinner with my friends and resume sitting next to
the fire. Tuesday I left my house for a total of 45min to get groceries. I might go to
some hot springs tonight… that’s assuming I don’t start the napping thing at
3pm on my couch and just migrate to my bed for the night when I wake up. It
must be my off-season. I’m savoring this right now, I only get a handful of
days off every year.
There’s been a lot of that happening in my life really… the
whole humility thing. Everywhere I turn, I run into friends I haven’t seen in
months, all of whom are still the intelligent, good, honest, exciting, comic,
adventurous, loving folks I remember them to be. I find myself surrounded by
brilliant people and things to do. Many are new and all of whom I appreciate so
so much. This is stuff that makes a life.
And I feel like that’s what I’ve been trying to get good at
again… Life. I’ve had to reestablish myself here after a season away. I’ve had to find a meaningful
routine, and reciprocate to the people who give me so much. I think I’m finding
various degrees of success with the thing as a whole. Its kind of been a grand
jump into the ocean, some of the waves I’ve ridden pretty well, and others with
a little less grace and triumph. I am happy here in Bozeman again, I can’t
really see myself being anywhere else… and although my heartstrings are being
pulled, it’s not by the allure of something or somewhere else as they have in
the past. Probably what’s most telling is that the snow falling outside my
window is my signal that its time to start training again soon, and I’m
smiling.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Figuring it out
As I sit here reflecting on what I experienced this season I
am humbled and oh so aware of what a lucky duck I am. I am beyond grateful to
all the people who helped me get to this point, and though my first season as a
professional. My parents and innumerable amazing friends and family in Bozeman,
Wenatchee, Colorado and around the world, David, Alex, my teammates, Julien and
the Taramacaz family, everyone at BMC, Marc and all those USAC people who
believed in me and helped get me to this point… Jason, who told me 8 years ago
I could do this and be one of the best (I don’t know if I believed him then,
but I do now)… the cycling communities in Washington and Montana. None of us
could be successful in what we do without these essential networks that support
and inspire us. And I think over the past few years, I don’t know how many
really, with so much focus given to school and cycling, I didn't always demonstrate my appreciation for all these incredible people in my life. Thank
you, for all you all do. I hope I can make it more personal to each of you
soon.
By saying all this, I realize I am putting myself at risk of being called a hypocrite, as I am sure I take off for another long trip or move to a new town at some point in the not too distant future. But I guess I’ll have a better idea of what I need to hold onto and look for when I make those choices, and I’m more aware of the perspective I need to maintain in order to keep this pursuit rewarding and fulfilling. That feels good.
Monday, July 30, 2012
Montana: Land of goats, sunburns and epics
There is something about chasing goats around in the brush
and getting sunburnt while building a fence line that is incredibly refreshing after
spending the past 6 months with my nose to the grindstone. Riding with juniors
on CX bikes (and getting dropped), finding myself lost in the mountains of
Montana, running out of food and water with good friends on epic MTB rides, and
elk tacos all also seem to bring me back to my roots and stir my motivation.


I also had the opportunity to go up to Helena and hang out
with a bunch of super talented Junior CX racers at a USAC camp run by Geoff
Proctor this week. I have a lot of confidence in the future of US Cycling after
that. It was humbling. Those kids are fast… and they work hard. They are all so
much further along in their development and the opportunities that have been
presented to them than I was at their age. Some of them are already killing it
over in Europe and are only 16 or 17 years old. I didn’t go to Europe until I
was 18, and I had my ass handed to me over there until last year when I was 22…
I know we all have a different trajectory, but no matter what, those are the
kids who will soon be earning the US medals at World Cups and World
Championships. It was inspiring to see them riding so hard, and having so much
fun doing it. If we could all hold onto that as we grow in this sport, powerful
things could happen. I’m going to try by continuing to put off building up the
SLR01 that showed up on my doorstep the other day. Proud to say that over the
past 10 days of training, I’ve ridden single track each day… and I’m better for
it!
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