So I may finally have a legit reason for my crappy race on Wednesday. Regardless of what caused that s***show, I definitely have a reason for my (even worse) results Friday and Sunday. A little bit after I last posted I started coughing. And it has gotten worse and worse and worse, and by this point I sound like a 20-year smoker and feel like I have pneumonia. With no hyperbole, the relay yesterday was the slowest, most painful 5k I’ve ever skied. I had serious trouble breathing for a solid half hour post-race.
It’s really disappointing to get sick for three of the biggest races of my season, but I figure that at least I had a really solid season and 1/4 of a good JO’s than a bad season and 3/4 of a bad JO’s.
I feel like Stefan covered the relay and epic snowball fight pretty well, but I think I just need to share the image of Russell, shirtless, getting completely massacred at point blank by about 10 Alaskan snowballs. Tough kid.
(Russell, coincidentally is sitting next to me in the airport listening to instrumental beats on his iPod and rapping about people’s shoes: “Look at those Uggs, that lady killed a pair of pugs, they’re dumb but I need to get me some so I can look thug.” Russell seems to have found his lyrical niche because he sure as hell can’t rap about anything else)
We’re all running on about 3 hours of sleep after getting back from the dance at 12 (it was the usual epic dry-hump festival. Rad). And now it’s time to board the plane. Farewell, blog.