Way back in January (you know, the month that was insane but disappeared quickly?), I spent the ENTIRE weekend in the rain. Yes, the whole entire weekend. I may have mentioned this here once or twice but just in case, let me remind you: I HATE RAIN. I especially hate rain when it's a deluge on the mountain and a deluge during a running race. I need to move to Arizona, or at least Colorado.
I spent Saturday in a women's sled clinic for ski patrol. It was good, all except for the part when it poured on us. Yes, it poured. On the ski area. This did not make me happy. Sunday, I drove an hour to run a 2-mile race. Where it poured and inflicted gale-force winds. I put in a 14:32 effort, which was shy of my goal time of 14:07. I blame the wind. On the plus side, I wore shorts and a short sleeve shirt in January.
It really sucks when it rains all weekend. I spent the entire 48 hours praying for sunshine for the next weekend. I was seriously Vitamin D deprived.
