http://www.newsday.com/news/health/the-daily-apple-1.4760551/ski-patroller-offers-slope-safety-tips-1.7105306
With snow seemingly always coming down and Presidents Week upon us,
it's a popular time for local families to hit the slopes. But before you
click into your ski boots, it's important to remember the potential
dangers associated with skiing and snowboarding.
Over the past 10 years, an average of 45 serious injuries, such as
paralysis and head trauma, have occurred among skiers and snowboarders
each year, with 51 during 2011-2012 season, according to the National
Ski Areas Association.
Deaths are reported nearly as often — 41 on average each year, with
54 reported during the 2011-2012 season, the association reports.
Robert Bristol, of East Rockaway, a ski patroller at Windham Mountain
and assistant athletic trainer at St. Joseph’s College in Patchogue,
offers the following advice to help keep skiers and snowboarders safe.
Proper nutrition: Skiing and snowboarding are
rigorous, full-body workouts, so it’s important to stay fueled and
hydrated, or you’ll risk exhaustion. Have a hearty breakfast. Carry a
granola or candy bar for a midday snack. Likewise, drink plenty of water
or your favorite sports drink.
Proper clothing: Thin technical gear will benefit
you more than bulky layers of cotton sweatshirts. Good gloves are also
very important. On really cold days, it’s important to keep all skin
covered, and monitor yourself — and your skiing partners — for
frostbite.
Proper equipment: Skiing/snowboarding equipment
continually progresses with technology and advances in safety. The 210
cm straight skis of yesteryear and rear entry boots should be shelved. Equipment should match ability and preference, so discuss both with your local ski shop. Also, make sure to have your bindings checked before every season — the proper DIN setting is crucial to ensure they will release, when needed, to avoid injury.
Wear a helmet: The NSAA reported that 61 percent of
skiers and boarders wore a helmet in the 2010-2011 season. This number
continues to increase annually as helmet technology improves. They have
become lighter, more comfortable and provide additional warmth.
While helmets save lives, it’s not an invisibility cloak. At speeds
more than 15 mph a helmet offers considerably less protection.
Wear sun protection: The sun reflects off the snow and is stronger than you think, even on cloudy days.
Take a lesson: Most injuries happen when skiers
travel onto trails that are above their ability level. Learn to ski and
snowboard smoothly, in control — and within your skill level. Like
anything, you'll improve the most when you receive some guidance from a
qualified instructor.
It’s also important to keep mindful of signs on the mountain and to
obtain a trail map. If you are visiting a mountain for the first time
and are unsure of a trail’s difficulty, speak with ski patrol to get a
first-hand description of which trails may be suitable for you.
Know the code: Skiing and snowboarding are very
different than driving a car, yet just as dangerous. There are no lanes,
traffic signals or traffic law. However, there is a responsibility code
every skier and rider should be familiar with, and it’s usually printed
on each lift ticket sold.
For example, people ahead of you have the right-of-way. It is your responsibility to avoid them. If you are a new skier or rider, please take the time to review these tips.
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Monday, February 10, 2014
No squats for this guy
MOSCOW, RU -- I was ready, both mentally and physically. Well, mostly mentally, as fatigue was starting to set in from Russia's plus-nine-hour time difference, compared to Eastern Standard Time. But there was no way a little lethargy was going to stop me from performing 30 body-weight squats, and, in turn, save me 40 Russian Rubels (approx. $1.20 USD) for a free subway ride.
In November, Moscow's Metro subway system installed a specialized camera-controlled ticket machine at its Vystavochnaya station allowing riders to perform 30 squats, earning them a free ride upon completion. This promotion was done in an effort to promote public health, in conjunction with next month's Winter Olympic Games in Sochi. Newsday web producer Meghan Glynn previously covered this story, and I clearly remember thinking how cool it would be to give my squatting technique -- and endurance -- a whirl.
Well, I just happened to be vacationing in Moscow last month and had an extreme-to-the-max urge to find this machine. In fact, I was stoked. No, I didn't come to Moscow just to perform 30 squats and save myself less than two dollars. It was the 'only' reason I came to Moscow. Kidding.
But keep in mind that Moscow has a very complex -- but phenomenally structured -- subway system, the squat machine is located at only one station and I don't speak, read or comprehend Russian. At all. With the exception of the translators at the Moscow Marriott Grand Hotel, who held my English-speaking hand most of the time, I was on my own outside the confines of the hotel. I found that simply pointing to items when I wanted something generally worked good, and as for converting money, well, that's what apps are for. For the most part, I didn't understand the majority of people and that majority didn't understand me. But it made things interesting and adventurous. Also, it's always a good idea to refer to Moscow's underground railway system as Metro, rather than subway, or else you may find yourself directed toward the fast food joint. Trust me, I know.
During my last day in Moscow I was determined to find the squatting machine that grabbed national attention just a couple short months ago. I met with the concierge service at the Marriott and they explained that I would have to take three subways -- two transfers -- in order to get to Vystavochnaya station. That was fine with me. Even though the Russian translation of words is generally completely different than the English version, all subways in the Moscow system have numbers and colors. So, I reverted to my childhood roots -- counting the number of predetermined stops I had to make on each subway line and following colors at each station. Not too shabby for a non-math genius and a quasi-colorblind guy. But I had a map too, ah hah. Well, that was until it mysteriously fell out of my pocket during one of the transfers.
I arrived at Vystavochnaya station without incident, with the exception of numerous stares I received along the way, probably due to the ridiculous-looking fake fur winter hat I was wearing. But I didn't care a bit -- I was proud, psyched and ecstatic. I was a big boy and did it all on my own, well, mostly. I was officially on a quest to find "the machine." I needed to feel complete. I needed my squatting fix.
I searched up, down, left, right, and every entrance and exit at Vystavochnaya station. I must be blind, I thought. I was tired and on the verge of delusion but this was the right station, it had to be. My eyes translated the subway colors correctly and my fingers rarely fail me at counting numbers. Where was the famous machine?
I arrived at the point where I had to ask for help. My pointing technique hadn't abandoned me yet, so I decided to give it another try. "Oh no, here we go again," I was saying to myself. "Another group of Russians who're going to think I'm a weirdo."
I took out my phone and brought up a picture of what I was looking for -- the machine. The moment I showed it to a station security guard -- and pointed to it -- he began to say, "No, no," and motioned his arms as if I was safe after sliding into home plate.
Oh, no. I quickly grabbed the gist of what he was trying to say. I was devastated. Heartbroken. Crushed. Lost for words. The little kid in me who made it all that way by using his childhood skills just got the candy robbed right from his hands. The machine was gone.
My squatting dream was over. Done. There was nothing left to do except quietly go to a ticket machine, suck up my pride, insert 40 Russian Rubels and pay for the subway home. ... But now do my trip all in reverse -- reverse translation of a language I can't translate.
I wished I never lost that map.
In November, Moscow's Metro subway system installed a specialized camera-controlled ticket machine at its Vystavochnaya station allowing riders to perform 30 squats, earning them a free ride upon completion. This promotion was done in an effort to promote public health, in conjunction with next month's Winter Olympic Games in Sochi. Newsday web producer Meghan Glynn previously covered this story, and I clearly remember thinking how cool it would be to give my squatting technique -- and endurance -- a whirl.
Well, I just happened to be vacationing in Moscow last month and had an extreme-to-the-max urge to find this machine. In fact, I was stoked. No, I didn't come to Moscow just to perform 30 squats and save myself less than two dollars. It was the 'only' reason I came to Moscow. Kidding.
But keep in mind that Moscow has a very complex -- but phenomenally structured -- subway system, the squat machine is located at only one station and I don't speak, read or comprehend Russian. At all. With the exception of the translators at the Moscow Marriott Grand Hotel, who held my English-speaking hand most of the time, I was on my own outside the confines of the hotel. I found that simply pointing to items when I wanted something generally worked good, and as for converting money, well, that's what apps are for. For the most part, I didn't understand the majority of people and that majority didn't understand me. But it made things interesting and adventurous. Also, it's always a good idea to refer to Moscow's underground railway system as Metro, rather than subway, or else you may find yourself directed toward the fast food joint. Trust me, I know.
During my last day in Moscow I was determined to find the squatting machine that grabbed national attention just a couple short months ago. I met with the concierge service at the Marriott and they explained that I would have to take three subways -- two transfers -- in order to get to Vystavochnaya station. That was fine with me. Even though the Russian translation of words is generally completely different than the English version, all subways in the Moscow system have numbers and colors. So, I reverted to my childhood roots -- counting the number of predetermined stops I had to make on each subway line and following colors at each station. Not too shabby for a non-math genius and a quasi-colorblind guy. But I had a map too, ah hah. Well, that was until it mysteriously fell out of my pocket during one of the transfers.
I arrived at Vystavochnaya station without incident, with the exception of numerous stares I received along the way, probably due to the ridiculous-looking fake fur winter hat I was wearing. But I didn't care a bit -- I was proud, psyched and ecstatic. I was a big boy and did it all on my own, well, mostly. I was officially on a quest to find "the machine." I needed to feel complete. I needed my squatting fix.
I searched up, down, left, right, and every entrance and exit at Vystavochnaya station. I must be blind, I thought. I was tired and on the verge of delusion but this was the right station, it had to be. My eyes translated the subway colors correctly and my fingers rarely fail me at counting numbers. Where was the famous machine?
I arrived at the point where I had to ask for help. My pointing technique hadn't abandoned me yet, so I decided to give it another try. "Oh no, here we go again," I was saying to myself. "Another group of Russians who're going to think I'm a weirdo."
I took out my phone and brought up a picture of what I was looking for -- the machine. The moment I showed it to a station security guard -- and pointed to it -- he began to say, "No, no," and motioned his arms as if I was safe after sliding into home plate.
Oh, no. I quickly grabbed the gist of what he was trying to say. I was devastated. Heartbroken. Crushed. Lost for words. The little kid in me who made it all that way by using his childhood skills just got the candy robbed right from his hands. The machine was gone.
My squatting dream was over. Done. There was nothing left to do except quietly go to a ticket machine, suck up my pride, insert 40 Russian Rubels and pay for the subway home. ... But now do my trip all in reverse -- reverse translation of a language I can't translate.
I wished I never lost that map.
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