As my coaches and team mates trickled back over to Europe I found myself once again. Alone.
So this morning I got bundled up. Seriously bundled up. (that’s right a star spangled moron) Dug my car out. Scarped every inch of ice off the big green beast, and slowly (with large amounts of force) was able to get each of the doors open.
The engine turned over miraculously and we crawled out of the park lot.
Hot thermos of tea in hand (or rather mitten) I arrived at the range. Oh right, yeah I have a itty bitty upper respiratory tract infection. Can’t catch a break.
Looking very coach-esque in my red white and blue from head to toe I bumbled around the range. Dragging mats, plugging in targets, moving rifle racks, painting targets, stapling paper, hammering wind flags into the frozen tundra ground, bumble bumble bumble. Around and around.
High five coach Corrine.
Skiing felt good. Of course they didn’t start grooming until 3/4’s of the way through my workout. Awkward, sorry snowmobile dudes, but apparently this is how you do things around here.
Shooting went well. Fast, calm, and smooth. Master of the wind!!!
High five athlete Corrine.
I know I can manage myself. I know I can ‘get the job done’. But no matter how much fun I was having doing celebration dances by myself, I know success feels so much better when you get to share it with others.