Sorry, my bad.

To the good people doing the J-Hawk triathlon this weekend:

Sorry.

I know we've enjoyed a couple straight weeks of glorious weather. 70's and lots of sunshine. Even the rainy days have been warm and pretty pleasant. And after the world's crappiest winter, we're deserving of a decent springtime.

But, as you know, the forecast for the weekend suddenly turns to crap, with highs on race day in the upper 40's. There may or may not be rain. There may or may not be wind.

This turn of meteorological events has to do with some kind of elaborate curse I carry around. I can't think of of when or where or why or how it happened, but some jerk hexed me, and now whenever I race, the weather that day sucks. There was this time in '06 when it was so hot that they shortened the course before the race. And this other time, there was this race called Ironman, and the weather was insanely awful. Last year I was hurt most of the season, so race days were pretty perfect. Then when I did race, the temps that morning were in the 30's. These are only a few examples - it's actually pretty consistent. Like, 99% consistent. If I'm racing, expect shit weather. It's a wonder any of my friends or family come to watch me at all. At least they know now to come prepared with blankets and rain jackets.

So, sorry about that everybody. Good luck anyway. Oh, and on the bright side, if I don't shake this flu that's presently kicking my ass, I won't be racing anybody this weekend, which will mean sunny skies for all. Cross your fingers!