I was driving over to meet Ronsse to carpool to practice the other morning. It was 49°F and raining, I would even go so far as to say pouring. I was far from excited at the prospect of putting on my ski boots and watching the rain drip off my helmet in front of my face for two hours. It seemed like maybe a good morning to stay home and read some of Nabokov's delightfully morbid short stories. But Ronsse was waiting to carpool and the rest of the team was waiting at Potter marsh and it was probably going to be raining the next day too so it's not like waiting for good weather was an option.

Ronsse got in the car and said, "it's been forever since I've been rollerskiing in the rain.."

"me too," I replied glumly before she could finish with,

"I'm excited about it!"

as much as I hate admitting that my mom is ever right there's something to be said for attitude.

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