Set today's race course this morning on my way to work. A racer's course for sure, it was nice to ski in the early morning hours. Dead silence. First run is always the best. I shouldn't have been persuaded by the lack of sun at 7, I bet skiing the sunrise would have been amazing.
You have the good days of awesome, prime, goormed snow. And then you have the days like yesterday when its a sheet of ice and you use your face to stop a few times.
It sucked. I didn't want to ski. And my legs are all sore from not having good technique.
But later this year when I come screaming down a hill and cut a sharp turn only to realize I'm on a sheet of ice, I'll stick it without thinking about it - all beacuse I sucked it up and skied an hour and half on shit frozen product.
January '08 started with all good intentions - train, fitness, race, rinse, repeat. But then life happened. Perhaps a touch of laziness added in. I road. The passion was there. Exploring the roads and trails of my youth. I love climbing again. I toed the line twice. three times? The highlight was sprinting for the line at Gloucester.
I've made a few changes. Thought about blogging again. Someplace to add some photos. Talk about the adventures past/present/future.
I'm Nordic Skiing now. Volunteering as a coach.
Tomorrow I'm racing. I could care less how I finish. I'm more excited about going for broke and blowing myself up. See where the line in the sand is. See how I stack up against my team. Take a look around and see whats inside.
Now that you're up to date, Lets see where this goes.