"Champagne?!? What is there to celebrate?
Crumbly-ness?"
-The Doc
February 8: Back on the track, and so not in black
So, I am back in Park City, Utah, for a series of invitational races, and I am sporting a spanking new training suit. Let's just say that when it comes to video review, there is no mistaking me on the screen, even at 120 kph.
It's an old ski racing suit from my university ... now let's consider this for a minute. I am just one person walking around in this, ummm, colourful, outfit. But there was a time, in a fashion-challenged decade called "the Nineties," a time when my mother let me out of the house wearing leggings with cow boxer shorts over top (probably because she couldn't stop me when she was standing there wearing hammer pants), when there was an entire team of skiers simultaneously sharing this spandex vision with the world. See, it's not so bad after all. And it matches my car.
My old track coach at UAA said to me before I left Alaska, "Don't forget where you come from." Coach, in this suit, ain't no one forgetting where I come from ... (this grammar atrocity is brought to you courtesy of Rosanne Pagano, Professor of Editing and enthusiastic proponent of double negatives).
Go Seawolves!