If all goes as planned, by the time this column hits the doorstep, I will have escaped this dastardly polar vortex en route to a coastal destination with a subtropical climate and palm trees.
That's right; I'm headed to Russia to cover the Winter Olympics.
A 22-hour travel day and a 10-hour time change separate the Twin Cities from Sochi, a Black Sea resort town that will serve as the epicenter of a global event that already is overshadowed by threats of terrorism, Russia's antigay laws, tales of corruption by President Vladimir Putin and his $51 billion Olympiad and, yes, warm winter temperatures that required snow to be stored.
Other than that …
It's a shame, really. This should be an exciting time, a chance to celebrate athletes who train for years in relative obscurity in sports that don't generally command our collective attention except in Olympic years. There's something genuinely compelling about a curler from Gilbert, Minn., taking a break from his job as a junior high science teacher to compete for a gold medal.
How do you not root for the Jamaican bobsled team, a "Cool Runnings" redux, that will compete in Sochi with the help a social media campaign that raised thousands of dollars to cover expenses? And who doesn't marvel at the courage it takes for someone to launch themselves into the sky off a ski jump?
The first event I'm scheduled to cover is Shaun White competing in something called snowboarding slopestyle, an event that makes its Olympic debut in Sochi. Anyone know the Russian term for, this is totally cool?
The Olympics have long been near the top of my career bucket list, and yet almost every conversation in recent weeks has begun with the same question: Are you nervous?