After the World Cup races in Kuusamo, Finland on the way to the airport in Rouvaniemi, en route to Zurich, the sun poked through the trees. I'd just finished the weekend .3 second from racing the quarterfinals, my first, immediate goal in any World Cup sprint. I also got in my first World Cup individual distance start ever earlier that morning. A start - a decent one - to the year. I took the sighting of the sun as a good one. An omen of sorts.