I remember back in highschool when I would be shaking in anticipation for the ski season. I practically jizzed in my pants when I saw the first frost of the year. I actually superstitiously did things to please Ullr, and I would tell everybody I saw how epic this season was going to be. I would doodle all day and dream about skiing at night. My dedication to the sport would wake me up at 5 am to catch a bus to the mountain to ski, and I'm not a morning person.
I knew everything about skis: the flex, the price, the construction, the graphics. I could have written a book on ski culture and equipment.
Last year, a year out of highschool, when my best ski buddies all went away to various universities my passion began to fade. My occasional trips to the hill just didnt have that same pizzazz. I stopped going. I stopped going to ski gabber, and instead spent most of my time in non-ski gabber (garbage).
It's over. It's time to find a new sport. A new passion. Cherish your love for the sport, because it might not last forever.
