We last left off with our protagonist sitting in her trusty station wagon at a rest stop in Golden, BC, having only moments earlier found out that she had, to her surprise and delight, been named to at spot on the national skeleton team.

OK ... so, you think the point of the story would be, I got a spot on the national team ... whoopee, congratulations, the end.

Not so quick. The saga is only beginning.

So there I am, at the Ten Mile Hill rest stop, outside of Golden, half giggling, half crying, half hungry. (Yes, I AM a person and a half ... ). After snapping a picture of myself - looking like I have been up until 4 a.m. the night before, and then having driven non stop for three hours, and having not showered in recent memory ... totally hot in other words - I got back in the car for the quick drive into Golden, where I could take a proper rest, and begin to answer all the phone calls, text messages, and emails coming in from various media outlets, Hollywood studios and talent agents ... okay, fine ... I had to call my mother and husband, and talk to a few teammates.

After an hour delay at the Golden A&W, where I threw myself a little celebration party but super-sizing my root beer and upgrading to a poutine, I got back on the road again, realizing that I probably wouldn't get home until well after midnight now.

An hour and a half later, I rolled into the Revelstoke Timmie's, and was filling the tank and getting myself an Ice Capp, when a text message came through. It was one of my coaches ... "How far are you?" Hehe ... even I can read between the lines on that one ...

A quick phone call and the my road trip was about to get double dipped in a whole lot of irony.

Plot point #2 - Congratulations on making the national team.

Plot point #3 - Ummm ... there is a national team media announcement and luncheon here in Calgary on Wednesday.

Plot point #4 - Yeah ... ummm ... because you are on the national team, you aren't allowed to forerun for the International Training Week anymore.

Right. So ... let me remind you of Plot Point #1, from way back in Part 1 of the saga ... I have Dave the head forerunner's sled in the back of my car.

To be continued in Part 3: Inclement Weather