Month: January 2019

by Jayleen Wilke

My most memorable/touching Birkie story doesn’t necessarily come from the race itself but from an encounter at the Vikings Feast after the big race. After 6 years of doing the Birkie Lite, in 2017, I thought it was finally time to go to the feast and see what it’s all about. And of course I was not disappointed with all the great food, prizes, and a room full of friendly people. But what was the real treat was that my mother and I just happened to sit at a table with Birkie legends Phil and Cathy Dunn and others who have been involved in the Birkie for many years.

We had a great conversation, and I heard many stories of the beginnings of the Birkebeiner. But what really struck me was after I had mentioned I had been carrying my late father’s bib with me these past few Birkie’s and that’s when Phil told me that he also just crossed the finish line with a memento of a loved one who had passed away as well. I nearly broke into tears when he told me because it was so touching and made me realize I am not the only one carrying more than just myself across the finish line.

My Dad was the one who got me into XC skiing and I cheered him on when he left to go do the Birkebeiner. It wasn’t long until I did my first 55km Lite Birkie with him when I was 15 years old and I have not missed one since. I know for a fact that my Dad would not have missed one either if he was still around. That’s why I carry his bib from 2014, the last Birkie he did; to give me more motivation to keep going so I can make sure we still finish. So if you see someone racing with two different bibs, it’s just me and I didn’t steal anyone’s bib!

This year will be my 8^th Birkie and the 4^th without my dad beside me. But I will always have his bib close to my heart. And after meeting Phil, I know I am not the only one crossing the finish line for someone else and I think I can say that for most of us, the Birkie is so much more than just a race.

Photo credit: Jayleen Wilke

by Dana Mauer

By now, you’ve heard of the Full Moon Birkie,….the fantastic night of skiing at Cooking Lake-Blackfoot, organized by the Canadian Birkibeiner Society.  But have you heard of the Half Moon Birkie?

It was a very icy year for the Canadian Birkie in 2012. There had been freezing rain and warmer temps during the days leading up. I was training that year for the Ironman Penticton and doing every endurance event I could afford the time, energy, and entry fee for.  The tracks were super slick that morning, and all but the best skiers (not me) with proper wax and technique were slipping in the tracks.  I had quit counting how many times I’d fallen by midway on the 55 km course…at least four. I knew I’d be sporting a few bruises, but nothing serious.

by James Brohman

When I met my wife she did not know how to X-C ski and I came from a racing background (bad combination)! Many a tears of frustration were shed on the trails out at Blackfoot trying to keep up and not hold me back (my most dreaded question from Lori on the ski was “are you getting a good workout?” This was a catch-22 because if I said “no” then she would be mad and if I said “yes” then she knew it was a fib!

As Lori became more proficient on skis she progressed from the 13 km Birke to the 31 km and eventually the 55 km which she has skied (at her own pace) many times. During one memorable 31 km Birke that we both skied I was “bonking” along when I heard a skier coming up behind me and it was Lori! All she said as she passed at a significantly faster pace was “Jim, sorry I can’t take you with me!”

by Tammy Fedun

My introduction to the sport of cross country skiing came a few years ago through a friend’s invitation to an annual spring event at the Strathcona Wilderness Centre called the “Pastry Ski.”  My friend said we’d  ski a little, eat a little. This sounded like a pretty good trade off to me.  In spite of some frustration and a near collision with a small child as I tried to navigate myself downhill, I survived my first cross country ski experience. And yes, I did get to eat some pastry along the way.

Later that year, I was persuaded by the same friend to sign up for the “Birkie,” otherwise known as the Birkebeiner.  I had never heard of the Birkebeiner before, but I was told it would be fun  . . . just like the pastry ski.  Granted, the distance was a little longer but we would get through it by taking several breaks at the check/food stations along the way.

Since we had never taken any formal lessons, we decided it would be a good idea to take some basic lessons offered through the City of Edmonton.  With a few lessons behind me, I felt I was ‘ready’ come the second weekend of February to ski the 31-kilometre course at the Birkebeiner. Boy I was wrong.  Although we stopped at each of the check-points along the way, our stays there were brief, mainly because the competitiveness of my friend (something I was completely unaware and unprepared for) had kicked in.

At one point during the ski, she told me we should try and stay ahead of the ‘sweeper’.  “The sweeper?” I said, “What in the world is a sweeper?”  She explained that if you are unable to make it to the check-points by a certain time, someone comes and picks you up on a ski-doo.  For a minute this didn’t sound like such a bad idea.  But I continued onward, doing my best to keep up with my friend.  I had brief glimpses of her on the trail ahead of me during the first part of the course, but I ended up losing her altogether.  That’s something I still don’t let her forget.  After several wipeouts, which left me wondering whether the Birkie was really some sort of cruel joke, and after several hours of exhausting skiing, I finally found and crossed the finish line.  I had completed my first Birkie!

If someone had asked me at the time if I would be registering again for next year’s event, my answer would have been, “Not a chance!”  Even so, as the next ski season approached, I was once again persuaded—and, yes, by the same friend–to register for a Birkie-sponsored class called Learn to Loppet taught by a team of very experienced cross country ski instructors.  A loppet, by the way, is simply a fancy name for cross-country ski event.  During our six weeks of instruction, we were taught everything from technique and waxing to fitness and overall loppet preparation.  The classes and instructors were excellent, providing skills which were valuable and could prepare anyone for any loppet.  After six weeks of lessons, I found myself once again registered and finishing yet another Birkie.  This time, if someone had asked if I would be registering for the following year, my answer would have been, “Absolutely!”

by Mary Anne Vanderham

. . . Okay, . . . here I am . . . , the friend mentioned in the above article . . . My only comment is that in spite of our adventures (or should I say misadventures?). . . Tammy and I are still friends!  I would like to encourage cross country enthusiasts of all levels to take lessons.  There is always something you can learn, some new technique or special that will enhance the pleasure of enjoying the beauty of nature and winter with other cross country skiers.  Tammy and I would like to thank the wonderful instructors we had in the Learn to Loppet program.  We would also like to express our hope that when we next pass each other on the ski trails we will be found gliding gracefully in the tracks instead of toppled over in the snowbanks!

Photo credit: JaN Studios

by Vaughn Scalia

What is your cross country ski background?
I’ve been with Edmonton Nordic for 8 years now (at the time, 6 years), and my family has been cross country skiing casually since I was born. When we moved from Calgary to Edmonton I started racing in Biathlon and I’ve been mainly doing that since.
How did you train for the 2017 Canadian Birkiebeiner’s flagship distance (55 km with pack)? And with whom did you train with?
At that point I was signed up with the Edmonton Nordic ski program on Tuesdays so that was really my only classic ski training. I also had two other biathlon nights a week to whip me into shape and help with double poling.
How did you feel both physically and mentally while you completed the 55 kms? What kept you going?
I felt alright physically. I was fit and healthy so i was ok. I just kept a good solid pace throughout and tried not to think about how much time was left. It was an interesting experience just letting my mind wander for 6 hours. Also i had some of those tasty gel block things and ate lots at the soup stations. I think, at the time, it was more about reaching the soup than it was finishing the race.
What was the most memorable moment for you during your Birkie experience?
I had one really weird moment. It was around the halfway point of the race and there were a bunch of rolling hills that the trail went over. I just kind of had my head down and was doing the herringbone up the hills. All of a sudden i heard a shout and turned around to see this lady coming up behind me. She wasn’t looking at me so i figured i was hallucinating and i kept going. Then on the next hill she shouted something at me again and i was worried i dropped something so i waited there for her to catch up. She told me i had been skate skiing up the hills. I told her I was just doing herringbone but she insisted. So I dutifully turned around and started heading back. I, of course, have many memories of happy interactions with dozens of helpful volunteers and fellow racers but those stories aren’t nearly as interesting.
Would you do this distance again?
Absolutely. I love the Birkie and it would be great to get some more of these under my belt now that I can put a bit more oomph into it. I also have a dream to get on the Birkie shield (Haakon Haakonsson Award), a journey which will eventually take me to Norway and the original race site. I’ll be stoked if that ever happens.
Why did you want to complete the Canadian Birkiebeiner’s flagship distance (55 km with pack)?
I’ve wanted to do the “full birkie” from the moment i first heard about it when i was a kid. Being obsessed with vikings, as I was (and still am), I was immediately taken with the story of the Birkebeiner and the idea of reliving an ancient tale. It was like a proper quest to complete and I was in. I started with my friends doing the 13 km distance in full viking costume. (I did that for the 55 too. I started the race like that but bailed on it quick (way too hot) and put them in my backpack.) I slowly built up to the 31 km. My parents would take shifts doing the 31 with me each year and now the 55 was in sight. We basically had to figure out when I would be able to do it without being swept up by the snowmobile at the 7 hour mark. Finally, our family friend, Eric Jensen, an experienced ski racer, said just let him try it. So I did.

by Ken Sloman

There may be more stories per skier about the Canadian Birkebeiner than Birkies skied.

Enthusiasm is Contagious.       Following the Birkie during the morning-after work break, I heard and vicariously imagined the misfortune or success of five colleagues as they shared their experiences.  Seeds of interest were sown in me from their banter.  One week prior to the eleventh Birkebeiner in 1996, to see if I could do it, I skied 57 km.  I registered in the last hour to cut-off.

First One.    Dressed appropriately for the weather, wearing my 5.5 kg backpack, I made my way to the start on Goose Lake.  Wearing old-style touring boots clamped into toe bindings on wooden skis, I pushed off on bamboo basket poles. Half-way along the 55 km Torskeklubben course, pack removed, I lay on top of a snow-covered picnic table to rest.  I was ready to earn my Birkebeiner finishers metal.  The camaraderie experienced during the 7 hours en route had me hooked.

Want a Story to Tell, Set a GOAL.       After skiing five consecutive Birkes and making some equipment upgrades – first track poles, then new binding and boots – I was able to finish subsequent events in 5 hours.  Further improvement required moving from the 20^th to the 21^st Century.  In 2001 I bought my first racing skis and set myself a goal to finish in 4½ hours.

Preparations.         To stay in-shape for the next Birkie I signed up for the now defunct RUNBIKESKI program (included the 55 km Birkie, a June 100-mile cycle and an August 42.2 km marathon run).  I added a North Boundary (Jasper area) trail hike of 180 km over eight days.  In training I skied 560 km.  Alas, the 2001 Birkie was cancelled!  Ha, now I had another year to train!  In 2002 I completed another RUNBIKESKI and hike, then added the Birkie Learn to Loppet Program.  In training I skied 930 km.

Ready to Race.      In 2002, snow was abundant, the set track fast, my physical conditioning and skiing technique improved, both weather conditions and my waxing proved good.  After reaching the first Food Station I was way ahead of my calculated time.  My thoughts entered the Technicolor realm, would it be possible to finish in 4¼ hours?  I finished in 4:05:12 hours and was ecstatic to have a new personal best (PB) having even bettered the 4:16:58 PB previous achieved by my red bibber colleague … ah, but there is more, as serendipitously, my fondest Birkie memory was about to be realized!

At 39 km a skier, who had followed me for a while, positioned himself to pass.  Good, I thought, I can take advantage of skiing behind him.  Beside me the skier glanced across and exclaimed, “Ken!”  Well, to both our considerable surprise it was my 4:16:58 colleague – his surprise was that I had been ahead; mine that he had been behind me!  We celebrated his new 3:59:24 PB and were both on top of the world, if not the podium!

Photo credit: Ann Stebner