|Really wish I could take credit for this one.|
One day you're back home walking the same old loop with a shot gun, looking for any bird that might cross you. Some days you find your self alone in a gondola at one in the morning heading up a mountain just north of the Black Sea. Just when I thought life was becoming repetitive.
Turns out there's a reason why host venues host world cup events the year prior to an Olympics. Sochi has a lot going for it, but it's not with out it's room for improvement. Aside from the less than optimistic travel expectations I think everyone was a excited to see what the new venue looks like. It's not very often that the field goes anywheres out side of the normal tour spots. As for the racing it's self, I wish could be more positive, but there isn't much to take from those three races. The best part was when they were over and the promise of a new day took over.
As bad as the sprint race was it was also somehow better than the individual. Ski speed was slow and pathetic, but it was functional compared to the other day. I didn't have my head in the right place for rookie like reasons and missed four in prone. At least I stayed on my feet this time. Almost forgot to mention that I fell in the individual. I was a part of the crash count.
|In case you were wondering it was the Snickers buffet that inspired me.|