But when I open the curtain to my window at the Mirror Lake Inn the next morning, I find that it is raining. And hard. When I arrive at the track, I see an inch of water sluicing down it. The race is postponed.
In an effort to calm my nerves, I take a run around the lake. I tell myself that layovers are part of the sport. After all, some of the 1988 Olympic races were postponed when those warm Chinook winds blew through Calgary. "Tomorrow," I keep thinking.
But when the rain hasn't stopped by the next day, the event is canceled.
Back in New York City, I receive an interesting, bemusing postscript to this adventure. One day a fax arrives at my office from "Bullet" Bob Hughes, the marketing director of the U.S. Luge Association. He writes that because of the weather problems in Placid, the seeding race times are being used to select the entrants for the January 1992 U.S. Olympic Luge Team Trials. He continues: "You're one of 19 women who have qualified for the trials. Congratulations and break out the champagne!"
My first thought is, Forget champagne, somebody get me a racing sled! My second, and prevailing, thought is, Hey, it was fun while it lasted. This bruiser's luging days are over.