I broke a pair of skis today. That's right, a pair of 'em, not just one ski. The irony is that I finally got around to pulling out something other than seriously rocked rock skis. This morning I grabbed a pair of skate skis that I like for firm track sprinting since I figured the snow at Hatcher Pass would be nice and packed down and rock-free and we were doing L5 intervals. Nothing like race skis on interval day! Then I had my skis leaning up against the back of the van, doors open, and the wind slammed the door shut. And that was that, my skis were knocked to the ground with a definite kink about 8" down from the tip. So much for busting out the race skis today. I think it's a divine sign that I need to not take my skiing so seriously. Or maybe I just need to remember not to lean my skis up in the path of any doors or other moving threats.

The L5 workout was fantastic though-- a tough workout at high speeds. The roof of my mouth started to get tingly and I tasted metal. Ah, the flavor of fun.

And this afternoon was also fantastic-- L3 double pole at Hilltop. It felt like we were skiing much faster than we probably were because it was dark. The girls skied as a pack (Ronski, Kikkan, Duser, Valaas, Taz, Wrecka). There's something very satisfying in skiing as a pack with your teammates. Satisfying and motivating.