This picture is of me happily being on the road enjoying Silver Star resort in Canada.  Unfortunately this is relevant because I am being delayed in my return to the road by a set of piffling sniffles.  ‘The road’ can be defined as time spent traveling in total bliss from place to place, while alternately racing your ass off and resting at each location.  I look forward eagerly each season to putting myself in this state as long as possible.  When something as silly as a few potentially self-inflicted sniffles combined with a practically intangible sore throat gets in the way of that, I end up at least a little bit peeved.  My departure for Germany and U23 Word Champs has been delayed two days, to give me time to kick the patooties of each ridiculous little sniffle and send crying home to their mommies.  They had better watch their backs.  That’s all I have to say.

 

 

Sehen Sie Sie auf der Skispur.  According to my translation widget this means see you on the ski trail.