Monday, November 3, 2014
Your Cheatin' Heart
I love you, cross country skiing, with a white hot passion. You are my heart's desire, my numero uno, my raison d'être. But you let me down last year, with your la-di-da El Nino, sending your blizzards and polar vortex to the midwest and leaving me here, morose and alone, without a date for the winter prom. By all accounts, you're fixing to do that again this year.
And I want you to know, I will not stand for it. There are plenty of fish in the sea. If a snow day comes, I will ski it and be grateful for it, but if you pull another warm dry winter on me, I will start spending time with other sports. I didn't do nearly enough trail running this summer, and I will be more than happy to spend chilly rainy January weekends, with the snow level hovering at 8,000 freakin' feet, for crying out loud, running through the forests. Or biking, or maybe cyclo-cross, or swimming, or salsa dancing. But I will not be staring out my window at the rain, moping for you.
But I still love you best. Please come back to me.