And almost as soon as it had begun, a small crowd dressed in black sat beside the grave bearing good grace to a world better than this. It was short, hectic, wild, and messy, bringing giggles of joy, and breath taking awe, but it died in a cloud or two of dust out west, leaving little more than a pit of slight humiliation and a will for revenge. That can wait now. Time for the pain to start, the lunges, intervals, hill climbs, vomit-inducing double pole rollerski workouts. Time to be fit and strong so when the snow does fly, I can too.
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