A New Hope

Sorry I could only start my blog with a star wars reference, hopefully unlike the movies the first entry will not be the only one that doesn't absolutely blow. One thing that does blow indeed is my punctuation so hopefully noone that reads this will be too offended by my mashing of the english language, sorry I've always tried to do the exact opposite of what people tell me I have to do. Unfortunately I took this to heart when the laws of grammar were explained to me in English class all those years ago. So anyway with Triathlon season a distant blur, and no snow in the immediate forecast here are my hopes for the upcoming X country season.

1. That we get some cold weather in the next few days so Elm Creek, my local X country ski area can make snow. In fact like all snow lovers I hope this years weather is only a positive factor in the races.
2. That my 2 year old son, henceforth known as the half pint will play along with my plan to sneak him in to the Barnebirkie. I want the free cookies at the end. Off course there's always the chance they may be some form of Scandinavian salted fish cookie in which case I'm sure we can save them for cat.
3. That my racing curse is over. For some reason every second race I entered this year had some form of drama in it. For skiing this ranged from being given the race number of a 65 year old man in the Governors Cup. He got the better end of this deal. Finishing significantly better than the 4th last place I was credited with. Then of course there was the Birkie, To say my drama at this race was epic is an understatement. I'm sure I'll elaborate in the future, but lets just say the secret to adding 1 hour 45 minutes to your time involves a pair of skis, a set of car keys and a locked car. Triathlon season was no better, highlights there included entering a race with my first and last name mixed up. No wonder I couldn't find my race packet, and then there were numerous cases of stomach cramps, achilles tendonitis, and swim deficencies.

Off course like everyone else I also hope for World peace, the perfect Christmas present, and more time with the half pint and Mrs Brewski, (OK I forget is it Mrss or Mrs for a spouse, If only I'd paid attention in English class)

Oh and if someone were to invent a sports drink that tasted like a Belgian Sour Red that would be pretty cool also. I think that may be my number one hope.