Let's see...What can I say about the first day of any trip? There's the jetlag, the scraping of all your skis, the realization your shampoo exploded in your bag, the aches from having spent 24 hours sitting down, and of course, there's the realization you don't speak a word of the language you're hearing and you have no idea where the bathroom is. The nice this about this trip is, it wasn't my shampoo bottle. The first day of any trip involves constantly feeling like you're falling. You have so many things to do, and yet the only concept you can possibly comprehend is sleep.
It usually starts first thing in the morning when you realize you have no idea when or where you are supposed to be that day. You remember the coach telling you, but you were so damned tired from the trip that when the coach told you the night before it went in one ear, and out the other. This feeling doesn't go away, for the rest of the day you always feel like you are falling behind....probably because you are. You have so many pairs of skis to scrape, and so little time to scrape them. Not to mention, you were in such a rush when you got up that you forgot to pee, and now you don't know where the bathroom is. If you manage to get through all of these wonderful moments, then congratulations, you are one step ahead of me. That leaves you roughly 5 steps behind everyone else.
We went out the range today for a ski in the morning and went back in the afternoon for some shooting. Good news: I can still hit the targets. Bad news: So can the 5'3" 95lbs Russian girl beside, and I'm going to risk a guess here and say that she climbs those hills a little bit faster than I do. Other than that though, I'm feeling OK. Trying to ditch the cough/cold I seem to be acquiring by skipping tomorrow's race, and hopefully making Sundays race a little more worthwhile.
Some pictures from today's adventures:
Yeah, that's me on the far left, that's about as high as I jump...
Tara and I at the Venue, looking snazzy in our USA kit.
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