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cityalps · 5 years

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CITY ALPS ADVENTURES 2019 / 2020

The City Alps program has been designed to ensure that all City Alpers have a level of general physical preparedness to get out there and explore when life allows. We want City Alpers to be adventure ready. That's really at the heart of what we are trying to achieve for our community.

We have picked a few races for 2019 / 2020, with the hope that they will serve as a source of inspiration to kick start the year with an adventure or two in mind. It is by no means a closed or final list. If you have anything epic booked or an idea that’s been brewing for years, please feel free to post it on the inspiration wall in the studio or on our online City Alps community portal.

We can guarantee that tackling one of these races will be a transformative experience and will trump the more popular ‘change your body in 28 days’ stuff you often see this time of the year. That’s not to say that your body won’t change… it will, knee grazes and black toenails included.

The races will, of course, require a more individualised training program, with City Alps classes built in where appropriate. We have teamed up with knowledgeable and experienced endurance coaches to take the lead on these more tailored programs. If you are interested, please shoot us an email and we will assess where you're at, what's realistic for you and whether you meet the race requirements in certain circumstances. We will take into account your training availability and schedule, but all our programs will be a minimum of 3 months.

The packages for our selected races, will be released after our standard membership packages in a few weeks. Once you have signed up, we will introduce you to the coach for your discipline (trail running, cycling and/or triathlon) and get the ball rolling on your training.

Throughout the year, we will also arrange a few active weekends away and shorter missions to beautiful places… open to all City Alpers. These events are a litter ‘softer’ and you only need to train with us to be ready to join us. We will make sure you are adventure ready.

We are super excited about the following races and events for 2019 / 2020: TRAIL RUNNING DOLOMITI EXTREME TRAIL (DTX) Three difference distances: 103K, 53K and 23K Date: 8 / 9 June 2019 http://www.dolomitiextremetrail.com/index.html We did a ski trip to the Dolomites with a few mates last year and promised that we would return in the Summer. The peaks are simply spectacular! The Dolomiti Extreme Trail (DXT) is held within a UNESCO world heritage in the Northern Italian Alps. It is a low key three-distance trail race (103K, 53K and 23K). The race begins from Val di Zoldo, within the province of Belluno, an approximately 90-minute drive north of airports in Venice and Treviso. DTX packages (limited to 10 athletes) Price: 149 Euros per month (3-month training program) until race day, includes an individualized training program and coaching from a top trail running coach (we will introduce all our instructors and coaches in the coming weeks), at least 3 City Alps classes per week (subject to your coach’s input: 1 Ride, 1 Ride&Lift and 1 Lift), a City Alps buff and race prep advice on gear, pacing and nutrition. All travel and other associated race costs are for your own account.

Mates ski trip, Dolomites 2018

LA CHOUFFE TRAIL RUN

Four difference distances: 10km, 17km, 28km, 36 km Date: 7 July 2019 We really loved this race through the Ardennes last year with our City Alps crew. It’s a trail run race with a great vibe and there is a beautiful little camping spot close to the start.

La Chouffe packages (limited to 25 athletes) Price: 149 Euros per month until race day, includes an individualized training program and coaching from a top running coach, at least 3 City Alps classes per week (subject to your coach’s input: 1 Ride, 1 Ride&Lift and 1 Lift) a City Alps buff and race prep advice on gear, pacing and nutrition. All travel and other associated race costs are for your own account.

La Chouffe Trail Run, 2019

ROAD CYCLING

TOUR DE MAASTRICHT (limited to 20 City Alpers) Date: 13, 14 April Leaving early on Saturday morning, we will catch the train to Maastricht and follow the Amstel Gold 150 km route the week before the official tour kicks off. This is a day mission. We will stop for lunch halfway and finish up with a beer or two before heading to our shared accommodation. On Sunday, we will start the day with some yoga, a healthy breakfast and a Wim Hoff ice bath workshop for those who are interested. Accommodation, The Wim Hoff workshop and food are not included in the above price.

Tour de Maastricht, 2018

TRIATHLON: NISRAMA TRIATHLON (limited to 10 athletes) Date: 21 July 2019 A beautiful (and race organizers assure us it's the greenest) triathlon in Belgium. There are two race distances: 1000M SWIM / 42K BIKE / 18K MTB / 10K TRAIL RUN (Long Distance) 500M SWIM / 20K BIKE / 18K MTB / 5K TRAIL RUN (Short Distance) Price: 149 Euros per month until race day, includes an individualized training program and coaching from a top triathlon coach, at least 3 City Alps classes per week (subject to your coach’s input: 1 Ride, 1 Ride&Lift and 1 Lift), a City Alps buff and race prep advice on gear, pacing and nutrition. If you’re interested in joining for this one, please let us know.

TRI-AMSTERDAM

Date: 30 June 2019 http://www.tri.amsterdam/en/ The Amsterdam Triathlon! Take on the challenge as an individual or as a City Alps relay team for the Olympic (1.5km swim, 45 km bike and 5km run) or Middle Distance (1.9 km swim, 90 km bike and 21km run). Price: 149 Euros per month until race day, includes an individualized training program and coaching from a top triathlon coach, at least 3 City Alps classes per week (subject to your coach’s input: 1 Ride, 1 Ride&Lift and 1 Lift) ), a City Alps buff and race prep advice on gear, pacing and nutrition. If you’re interested in joining for this one, please let us know.

Half Iron-man, Croatia, 2017

MOUNTAIN BIKING RACE TO RHODES, SOUTH AFRICA 2020 https://freedomchallenge.org.za/index.php/2015-01-17-17-56-04/rtr-race-to-rhodes The Race to Rhodes takes place in South African in early winter each year. It is a 475 km, non-stop, self-navigated mountain bike race starting in Pietermaritzburg, KZN and ending in Rhodes, Eastern Cape. Riders are allowed a maximum of 7 days to complete the ride. It follows the first 6 stages of the Freedom Trail, which was established in 2003 with the aim of opening up a fully serviced mountain bike trail running across the interior of South Africa. This is obviously a massive commitment and that's why we want to put out there early. If you’re interested, please shoot us an email and we can discuss logistics, costs and an individual program for you. For now, we would expect City Alpers who sign up for this to at least be attending two classes a week.

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biofunmy · 5 years

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Hut Skiing in the Dolomites: Storybook Scenery and Grappa Included

Every mountain is unique, sure. But, the rhythm of most ski resorts is predictable. So, when I heard about a “ski safari” in the Italian Alps, that involved crisscrossing the scenic towns and valleys of places like Cortina, Civetta, Val Gardena and Arabba, then sleeping at a different alpine inn each night (sadly, no tiger tracking), I was intrigued.

On top of appealing to my daredevil nature, there was another selling point: I am a solid intermediate skier. In the United States, hut-to-hut skiing is a backcountry endeavor designed for experts. Not so in the Dolomites, a UNESCO World Heritage site in northeastern Italy. This territory of jagged limestone peaks, dipping plateaus and terrifyingly steep World Cup descents, I discovered, actually, boasted manageable terrain; 86 percent of the runs are red (intermediate) and blue (the easiest), ideal for nonelite athletes like me whose slope preferences are wide and easy groomers to couloirs, the narrow, hard-core gullies for advanced skiers.

Even better, the traditional Italian mountain huts called rifugios bore no resemblance to the bare bones huts of North America. They were cozy, family-run establishments celebrated for splendid views and cuisine that integrates the heartiness of South Tyrol with the refined flavors of northern Italy.

Hopscotching through the Dolomiti Superski, which, with a single pass, allows skiers access to 12 valleys with 800 miles of terrain serviced by 450 lifts, is complicated. A skier must organize transfers by bus or car to individual resorts, which are tucked into narrow mountain passes. Local tour operators began designing ski safaris, multi-resort ski days combined with rifugio stays, so tourists could experience maximum terrain minus the organizational hassle. Though ski safaris may sound like a marketing gimmick, these packages are increasingly popular in a number of countries, from France and Switzerland to Canada.

I signed on for a five-night safari with Dolomite Mountains, a company that offered professional guides and the ingenious perk of luggage transfers with its small group safaris. (The company has multiple iterations of the ski safari from December through mid April starting at 2,660 euros, or about $2,935 per person for five nights, six days). My suitcase — minus the bulky ski garb that I would be wearing all day, every day — was left in town. A duffel bag was provided to pack essentials (pajamas, toiletries, jeans and a sweater for dinner) for the nights spent at high-altitude rifugios. This bag appeared, snow-dusted, in my room.

The trip began in the tony village of Cortina d’Ampezzo, where my plan for a post-flight nap was foiled by the heady scent of leather wafting from Corso Italia, the pedestrian shopping street that lured me with “saldi” (sale) signs.

Later, when the group assembled for dinner — three Americans, two Britons and a Brazilian — I quickly realized that I was the granny of the lot (though a chic one in my just-purchased, Shearling-lined boots). I smiled and gulped down some wine, trying not to panic over the obvious: I was going to have to keep up with nimble millennials.

After a fitful first night’s sleep (jet lag, wine and altitude are an evil combination), I thought it a good idea to loosen up with a practice run before meeting up with the mountain guide. The Tofana ski area was not difficult, I was told, mostly blues and reds with a few advanced black runs. What could go wrong?

That morning, as I ascended the Freccia nel Cielo cable car, a dense fog gripped the mountain. It was a total white out when I stepped out onto Ra Valles, with an altitude of 8,202 feet. The signs that I had anticipated with directions to an easy warm-up run did not materialize. There was a sign that I missed, however, which read “piste for expert skiers.” I had ended up on run #151- Pista Forcella Rossa, a 6,896-foot-long run between gullies with a steep 3,280-foot descent. Thankfully, a sweet Venetian in his mid-30s, took pity on me (rivulets of sweat streaming from my goggles may have tipped him off that I did not belong on this run) and guided me down Cortina’s steepest slope, stopping every few turns to make sure I hadn’t fallen. Next time I’m in Venice, I must look up Piero Paccagnella and buy him a beer.

Things got smoother once I met up with a guide later that morning. The sun burned through the fog and Cortina’s renowned landscape — the craggy, snow-capped spires of Col Rosà, Cristallo, Faloria, Sorapiss, Rocchette, Becco di Mezzodì — revealed itself. The carousel of pretty blue runs winding around the tracks of the 1956 Winter Olympics site in Tofana was a manageable pitch, much like the terrain of Vail, Colo., or Park City, Utah. Luckily, the ski safari has multiple guides so the speedier skiers could split off as I meandered at a slower pace.

After lunch, I was exhausted and would have loved to call it a day. Here’s the challenge: During a ski safari, you can’t turn back when you get tired. First of all, there is no “back.” You are moving from resort to resort. And, unless you have booked a private tour, you are with a group following a set itinerary. You’ll have to kick back an espresso or two and motor on (though if there were a serious issue, the company would send someone to fetch you). I popped a square of dark chocolate in my mouth (an essential always socked away when skiing) and punched through the fatigue, knowing that I could catch my breath on the upcoming taxi transfer to Cinque Torri.

A chairlift and short run later, the snow began to fall and we arrived at Rifugio Averau (elevation, 7,916 feet) as the peaks of Civetta and the Marmolada glowed pink in the sunset. Ski boots were swapped for slippers and I headed three flights up to my room, a no-frills situation with twin beds and a nightstand. No matter, I was delighted to get horizontal and massage Tiger Balm into my thighs. With such humble chambers, the polished, multicourse dinner that awaited was a delicious surprise: venison laced with lingonberry jam, roast deer with pine nuts and apples and potato gnocchi stuffed with ricotta and figs.

Waking up at dawn, I caught the breathtaking sunrise and, after a quick breakfast, popped on my skis and sailed out the door as fresh powder whispered underfoot. As we skied, the guide pointed out a rustic stone structure partially obscured by the snow. The Cinque Torri, he explained, was a defensive stronghold during World War I where the Italians had hewed bunkers into the mountains to monitor the Austrians and Germans. Thousands died in this “Guerra Bianca,” fought on mountain ridges in freezing temperatures. The building we had passed was a World War I bunker, one of many in the area.

We transferred over to the resort of Civetta, and after a few runs, I found my groove on the intermediate runs, bookended by snow-kissed pine forests. This area was my favorite, its stunning vistas (including fashionable prosecco drinkers perched on sun decks) and old school vibe (enhanced by creaky 1960s-era chairlifts) resembled one of the Slim Aarons’s glitzy photographs of beautiful people in beautiful settings.

We wound our way through the valleys of Alleghe, Selva di Cadore and Palafavera, and then down to the lost-in-time village of Val di Zoldo on creamy, untracked runs, bathed in splendid views of the Dolomites’ most famous peaks, Monte Pelmo and Monte Civetta.

Taking breaks was almost as much fun as skiing. On-mountain cafes brimmed with neon-clad skiers refueling with wine and hunks of Kaminwurz, a smoked South Tyrolean sausage. Grappa is part of the warming-up ritual. The rifigios blend their own elixirs, large anatomy class-like canisters with floating bits of fruit essence and herbs (juniper, pine, fir) knocked back as a shot. That afternoon in Civetta, I was informed that a shot of grappa could improve my speed. I think it worked.

A note on Italian ski culture: it’s strictly a D.I.Y. venture. The notion of a ski valet, as in the helper to hustle you into your prewarmed boots, bring your skis from storage to the snow and offer you a cup of hot chocolate as you step in from the cold (I’m talking to you, Aspen!) does not exist. The horror. After renting gear in town, you’ll be responsible for schlepping it everywhere — up to the gondola (there are many gondolas), onto the taxi roof for transfers, into the rifugio ski rooms.

There are also no roaming mountain “ambassadors,” a mainstay in American resorts, who assist with directions or help you get vertical after a face plant. But this is forgotten on the slopes. Enveloped in the storybook scenery, as lithe ski racers whiz by like birds in exotic Lycra plumage, you’re in the thrill of the moment.

The third night was spent at Rifugio Fuciade (elevation 6,502 feet), a former priest’s retreat in an alpine pasture so remote that it required transport via a military tank-like snowcat. From the moment I stepped through the doors, I felt the snug embrace of Ladin-style hospitality. What is Ladin, you ask? Until my visit, I hadn’t a clue that 30,000 inhabitants of the Dolomites had a distinct dialect and culture with Rhaetic (a pre-Roman language that is specific to the Eastern Alps) origins. This identity is expressed in Teutonic-influenced décor (think homespun curtains and pillows, lots of blonde wood, wood burning “stube” stove to keep the public rooms toasty) and a homey ambience communicated through a warm welcome from the owners, often attired in lederhosen (paired with a Patagonia jacket) or embroidered dirndl.

The vibe extended into my room which was spacious with a cheery duvet, sitting nook and infrared sauna. Just as I started to Tiger Balm my quadriceps, the owner, Emanuela Rossi, invited our group to the basement for cocktails. Down a stairwell oozing with the funk of brined cheese rinds and garlic-doused salami (the source: a dry aging room with cheeses nesting in hay and cured hams swinging from hooks) was a serious wine cellar tricked out with elaborately carved doors and wooden beams culled from centuries-old homes. Many proseccos and a Ladin-Moderne meal later, I dubbed Fuciade best in show for lodging with standout middle-of-nowhere charm.

By the third day, the ski areas — we hit three or four per day — began to blur; a continuum of dazzling slopes flanked by lunar-like rock formations that alternated in color from pale gray to fiery red as the sun moved overhead.

One spot, though, stood out. On a cable car to the popular lookout point Col Margherita, it looked as if smoke were rising from Pale di San Martino, the largest mountain range in the Dolomites. It wasn’t a fire. At 7,916 feet, we were above an inversion: ethereal cloud formations that occur at high altitude where colder temperatures gets trapped beneath warmer air. As I dropped from the lip of the summit to the piste, my head was literally in the clouds. Later, I took a black run by choice.

On that fine bluebird day, I came as close to “shredding the gnar” — ski parlance for speeding down the mountain — as a wobbly-thighed, AARP-eligible woman could, flying down the Ciampac piste as the Marmolada glacier glistened in the distance.

Lunch, on that fourth day and every day, was an hour-and-a-half feast. Meals kicked off with charcuterie boards laden with speck, Parma ham and soppressata. As dairy is the doyenne of the Dolomites, fragrant wedges of local Stelvio, Piave, Fodom and Bastardo del Grappa (accompanied by housemade jams) were essential to the antipasti course. Though this spread could have easily sufficed as lunch, it’s simply a precursor to “piatti tipici” entrees like pine nut-and-Gorgonzola-stuffed gnocchi; artichoke salad layered with walnut, pomegranate and Parmesan; and beef tagliata wrapped in speck. The saving grace of skiing six hours a day was indulgence without guilt.

The fourth night was spent at Rifugio Col Pradat (6,653 feet) which, at first blush, did not impress, its lobby doing double duty as a functional cafeteria filled with skiers from the nearby Sella Ronda circuit. At dusk, the cafeteria went dark and the adjoining lounge sprang to life, an alpine chic assemblage of pelt-strewn chill-out chairs and a roaring fire where I lazed with a glass of Sylvaner. My room had a boutique-hotel feel, cuddly blankets for sunset-watching on the terrace, a hot water bottle on the duvet and Villeroy & Boch fixtures in the sleek slate bathroom. Like the other rifugios, the dinner menu veered hearty. In tagliatelle with venison and smoky speck-stuffed “Knödel,” the region’s Austrian heritage was plain to see.

Admission: I have a mild girl crush on the double Olympic gold medalist Mikaela Shiffrin. So, when I realized that the FIS Ladies Ski World Cup in Cortina coincided with my dates, I felt compelled to tweak my itinerary on the last day of the ski safari to watch the 24-year-old tear down the Olympia Delle Tofane slope (the same track used in the 1956 Olympics). Happily, the owner of the tour outfit, Agustina Marmol, agreed to the change, but only if she could come along.

Getting to the venue in Cortina from Alta Badia was tricky. We woke up at the crack of dawn. Two hours’ worth of descents, taxi transfers, lifts and traverses later, we arrived to watch Mikaela crush the Super G.

The group spent its final night in the town of San Cassiano to catch early morning flights home. We assembled in the Finnish sauna of Hotel Rosa Alpina, as a sort of sweaty victory lap for our cardio marathon. Grueling at times, the trip had been an exhilarating fusion of recreation and alpine culture. Earlier that day, I had purchased some South Tyrol chocolate to plant in my jacket. On my next ski jaunt, it will be a treat to reach into my pocket and taste the Dolomites.

Amy Tara Koch, based in Chicago, writes about travel, style, food and parenting.

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