I have been encouraged and supported in my quest for Olympic gold. I have a coach, Gwen, and trainers and even a fan or two. (I'm exaggerating and taking liberties with comments from my last post.)
Time trial #1 didn't go as well as I thought it would, but so what, it wasn't real anyway. This is 62g of "contrast color" sportweight alpaca, which took me longer to wind than I thought it would. Hopefully I'll get to the main color and some swatching soon.
I have also joined a team from a country other than my own. The US has enough knitters, so I have decided to play for the land of (some of) my forefathers - Wales. I meet qualifications 3, 7 and 10. (At least I'm pretty sure one would sing the Welsh National Anthem at a Gymanfa Ganu, and I was not drinking with my family when I was 12, the last time I attended one, but now only my loyal readers belonging to the familial unit know what I'm talking about, so I'll stop.) They seem to think they're at a disadvantage over there for lack of yarn (hello, Colinette?) and I guess that means I'm "in Lake Placid for training not available in my own country". I'll do my best, ladies, and if I don't win, well, I'm not sure we've ever been known for much other than drinking a lot and singing a lot*, so I'll go back to the strengths of my heritage. Perhaps I will partake in the strengths of my heritage during the games, just for good luck. (Actually, I always sing a lot, but nevermind.)
*My friend Ann always likes to point out that we are also known for being obstinate, however, that isn't exactly a skill, now is it?