Ooch, tough day out there. Race was a classic style event on one large loop with a 3 mile grind to the finish up an old narrow guage railroad bed. Weather was a waxing nightmare, with temperatures below freezing, cold snow and a warm air mass on the way with rain. I dithered until 20 minutes before the start and played my best hope, purple klister melted with a torch and some violet wax over top. 20 minutes later the gun fired and we were on our way. Two skiers broke from the gun and were pretty much gone. I settled into 4th. position in the small field but promptly got wiped out by a guy on my inside on the first turn. I called him a name related to a feminine hygene device and got back to my feet, then worked my way back into 4th. The tracks were glare ice and rocket fast. It was going to be a tricky day getting down some of th4ese hills on rickety little racing skis. I managed to get into third for a brief while, but as we started into the hills, my skis were not kicking much at all and I was startin to drop into the redline climbing the hills. Fast forward an hour and we are all still grinding away, just the gaps have grown immense. My wax is completely gone and my skis have zero kick, I'm double poling up the hills or running on my skis. I drop to 5th. place and hit the bottom of the last climb, 3 miles to a hot shower. Had I remembered how to do a ski race, I'd have brought some wax along and taken 5 minutes to rewax, since my skis were going nowhere at this point. Instead I spent the next 20 minutes hoisting myself up about 1000 vertical feet with my arms, looking down at my feet, dripping sweat and watching the snow slowly crawl under my skis. At least there was still some hot water left for me at the end of the day...