April 25, 2022
There is an interesting phenomenon that happens during shoulder season races here in the Canadian Prairies. Four days ago we had a blizzard, and the streets were covered with five centimeters of snow, and a biting cold wind reminded us that any kind of weather was never a guarantee around here. As I woke up at 6am on Sunday morning, race day, there were traces of that cold lingering in the air, tho nearly all the snow had melted again. I stepped out my back door and I could see my breath and the chill was obvious.