This weekend I am heading over to Vermont to watch my daughter compete in, what functions as, an Olympic qualifier. She is currently ranked 9th nationally, and so is a long shot to make the team. Especially given that work demands have put a crimp in her spring training.
However, every so often things click and there is that small ray of hope. Last week while finishing a three hour run on the 1980 Olympic trails, I dropped down to the new roller ski track and range, only to watch her calmly clean all her targets on the #1 range position. (If she shoots like that, she will be in the hunt.)