I was running low on pictures of me hanging my head in defeat, so here's one of me walking the Cesana track a few days earlier. Sigh ... those were happier times ...

Well, it wasn't the way I wanted to finish my Europa Cup circuit, but a lousy race happens to everyone.

Last night I was filling in my track logbook, where I keep a tally of every run I have ever done, and realized that during the next day's training I would reach my 500th run.

OK, so as we were waiting for the awards ceremony in St.Moritz to start, rumours were floating around that they gave out designer handbags to the women. Sure enough, we could see the awards table from afar, with some bags sitting on top, next to a pile of what appeared to be puffy vests for the men.

And I was like, oh great, a purse, just what I always wanted. The guys get a wicked puffy vest, and I am going to get a purse? It's probably going to be pink too.

After four training runs this week, we had our race in St. Moritz, and all of the Canadians made their way onto the podium ... even displacing a few Germans on the way, which, trust me, is no small feat. I swear those Deutschen are born wearing spandex, one hand holding onto a sled.

Skeleton is kinda a frustrating sport (especially after being a gymnast for half my life) because if you are having problems with a certain skill or portion of the track, well, too bad, you only get six runs before a race. Or, IF IT SNOWS RETARDED AMOUNTS ON ONE OF YOUR TRAINING DAYS, four runs.