Well, we raced today. The girls had a good one, and since no one really blogs anymore, I figure out of spite I won't mention it any further (maybe then someone will get off her ass and post something).
The guys ... well, the guys participated in a race. Some of us watched it unfold from the pack, most of us flailed around, and some of us had decent days. I think we all have more to offer in classic, and we've got 2 more distance races to show that. It'll come, but we need to remember to ski relaxed, smooth, and powerful, rather than frenzied, flailing (not the adjectival form I was looking for), and generally retarded.
Tomorrow is the sprint for which I am so patiently waiting. 15 second intervals, 65 starters, freezing-rain-pellet-things falling from the sky right now - all ingredients for a great day. Look for some of us in the top 30. We plan on being there.
The skis are waxed, food is in the belly, and the team is in varied states of relaxation as I type. Game on. Unless there's bears.
-- O
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