Bit of a dilemma I’ve faced in the past few years. Used to feel untouchable anytime I had planks under my feet. Used to forget every single problem I had. No clue why but this isn’t the case anymore. I often find myself irritable and In a shitty mood on the hill, especially as of late. Luckily this doesn’t affect my treatment of other people too much, Im still nice to everybody and try not to scream at the gapers when they snake my line, rather respectfully tell em at the bottom hey dude please don’t do that again. But…
there’s something about this shit. Just something about it. Almost as if it’s a drug at this point. Because anytime I don’t have it, I feel shitty. Summers are painful. Mid winter nights where I’m not able to ski because of school or whatever leave me feeling edgy and irritable. But goddammit when I’m on that hill, whether that be with a tight knit group of homies, or solo laps, great happy mood, or shitty, irritable mood……
shit just feels different. Not always happy, not always euphoric, but always satisfied; Content. There’s no place I would rather be.
Maybe it’s not a bad thing that I don’t feel the same anymore while skiing, maybe it is. What I’m glad about though, is my love for this game has never decreased. Ever. Ironically, it strengthens every day. I’m nearing 20 years of age, and I find myself skiing in the rain more than I did when I was 14. Having more fun than I did before. Bitching less about the park than I did before. Having more fun than I did the last time.
so yeah, maybe this game, these people, aren’t the cure-all for my life. Maybe it’s a drug, maybe it’s a true love, maybe it’s both
So maybe skiing doesn’t make me happy. There’s no doubt in my mind that I love every ounce of it with every cell in my body. And for that reason, I’ll be damned if it doesn’t come close to it.