Here I am. My boots are off and for now I’m glad about it. Not because I get sore feet, or because I would like them to be warm for just a little while or anything like that. I’m happy because for now it’s the time of year where I go out and do other things; I take some time for myself, I wander around… pretty much aimlessly aaaand then, well and then it hits me that I wish I was skiing instead. I realise that I need a hit, something to get me through until the snow flies again. So I do what I can to subdue the feeling of longing and relentless craving I have to put my skis back on the snow and get going again, and going fast.
Luckily in my case there are powers that be, and they have a great plan laid out to curb my addiction for skiing, if only for a while. The solution is to move to Calgary… Yes, I know what you are thinking, why in the world would people make you move to a place that makes you want to shoot yourself? And I’m not talking about in the foot either. The answer is; because a barren waste land is the perfect environment to train in… okay, I’m kidding. It’s not as bad as I make it out to be, it’s just hard to leave the best place on earth for the big city especially when I’m home so seldom to begin with (whistlerites know exactly what I’m talking about).
Anyways, back on topic and in so many words. Training in Calgary for the summer, you can’t put a price on team atmosphere when it comes to working hard. As for how this fits into my “skiing is crack” metaphor, imagine a drug not quite as good as…. You know what, let me stop right there and start that rant over. Okay. As for how this fits into my “skiing is like your favorite food” metaphor, imagine your second favorite food (the gym for those not following closely) and eating it all the time. It’s great, and you enjoy it, but it’s not your favorite. So when you are finally offered your fav, you jump at the opportunity and it’s never tasted so good. That’s what the summer is to me, a series of enjoyable meals that have been placed between me and the winter time. I’m hoping I didn’t lose anyone.
Thanks for stopping by, and thanks for following me through the ups and downs of race season. The Blog will be around for the summer, so until next time.
-Morgan
