It's 40°F here at Cresthill and what little snow remains is dripping off of the roof. drip. drip. drip. a depressing sound indeed. It doesn't look any better in Madison, where we race this weekend, either. sigh. The skiing this morning was awful, I think I'm going to run this afternoon. And when I'm choosing to run instead of ski, you know it's bad.

I know that you'd like to think I'm on the side of good and not evil, and I'd like to think the same, but today and if this was Narnia, I'd be fighting with Maugrim on the side of the White Witch for eternal winter.