<p>As a kid, I fancied myself an Olympic caliber cross-country skier – I wasn’t, but I fancied it anyway. I would sneak out of the house during snow storms to ski at the nearby golf course while pretending I was <a href="http://query.nytimes.com/gst/fullpage.html?res=940DE2D6133EF932A25751C0A96E948260">Josh Thompson</a>, America’s biathlon hero.</p>