So I was laying in bed last night and got to thinking, skiing is what keeps a lot of us going and we’ll it wouldn’t be possible without the sticks of wood or metal under our feet. So I started to think about the connection we develop with them, I have this super clapped out pair of marksman that are too short for me and I should really look at getting a new pair, thing is, is that these skis have been with me for the last almost four years and I just couldn’t bring myself to get new skis. I would need to take the bindings off these for new rock skis since the marksman are rock skis for me now. But it just felt difficult to let go of using those skis that have been with me forever and have seen nearly all my progression over the last few years.
tldr: skis are sick and we develop a connection to them and it’s fucking sick.