Winter

Yesterday may have been the second worst run of my life. I set out from home and headed for CUW, making it the four miles without much trouble. I then proceeded to practice some steeple jumps and talked to Russ for about 5 minutes before heading for home. About one mile later I started getting sick, and when I was 2 miles from home I was forced to stop. I ended up walking the rest of the way home in the 35 degree weather and developed hypothermia. Standing under a hot shower while shivering is not right.

Later that night was our XC banquet, which helped lift my spirits a bit. I was voted for the team motivation and monster awards, which I probably did not deserve as much as a few other people.


Today's run was much better however. It was the first "snow run" of the season, as we trekked through about an inch of slush that had accumulated overnight and throughout the day. Numerous snowballs were hurled at each of us (Twiet especially) and Jon threw Ben into the ditch a couple of times. There's a snowstorm predicted for tomorrow, so I'm hoping we can fit in an epic battle or two in the near future.