I've been outvoted.
In light of the recent demise of 1/3 of our family, my vote was to can the cross season. Call it a wrap and give it a go next year, and spend this season being fat, pasty-white, and agoraphobic.
However, gunnar is right when he says becoming hermits is probably the worst thing we can do, and his vote is to give it a go. Tied, 1-1.
You know as well as I do that she would want us out there racing our little broken hearts out, with her cheering from above. So, I guess despite not having really thought about cross the last couple weeks, we'll see you all at Granogue.
We better practice our scrumming.