I spent the entire day yesterday at work feeling quite under the weather. My throat was starting to hurt and that hollow feeling was setting in. Emergen-C packets and hot tea were not going down fast enough. I was sending little mind bullets to myself that I refuse to get sick. As this was going down…the snow was coming down. It was dumping. All I could think of was taking that dawn patrol run in the morning before work. PLEASE, don’t get sick!

6:00 am the alarm goes off. If that isn’t bad enough, the sore throat and the hollow body was still with me. Despite feeling not so sweet, the excitement of new snow took over and I started to put on my ski clothes and Scott handed me my ceremonial cup of coffee. As time went on I was trying to ignore the fact that I was not 100%. Maybe the 50 minute, 1000 vertical foot boot pack of Glory will help me sweat it out. How many times have I thought that? How many times has it worked?

I stopped and realized that with the holiday weekend coming up it would be wise for me to lay down on the couch with the dogs and get some more rest. SO….I did! Can you believe it? Out the door Scott went and on the couch I went with a cup of hot tea. Sometimes you just have to take care of yourself…even if the powder and the mountains are calling.