Okay, I know I talk a lot about life. And even though it's a miniscule number of people that actually read this blog, (hi Christine), I am sorry. But life is such a big topic, and one that doesn't even end until you do. Anyways.
Recently listening to Lana del Rey, as in right now, which is always quite destructive, but whatever, i started thinking about life, yet again. I do this really crazy thing, this really crazy sport, almost every single day. And even on the really bad days when even Cindy knows that something is really wrong with me, and i condemn Dave to hell on a chairlift, and almost break down to Ellie B. of all people, i know next day I'll be right back at the top of the hill. This thing I do isn't easy. Only about the top 5% of people even make it to the elite level, and even then you might not do well. But, here I am, trying day after day after day, and getting really frustrated. It will most likely make me a better person in the end, but sometimes it just really fucking sucks. Pardon my french.
Today was not a sucky day. Today was a beautiful conglomeration of sun, snow, music, skiing, and Kara. Run after run, we sat on the chairlift at Copper Mountain, and sang, every single run, in between ripping down the five second trail, not ever stopping, seeing who could get more air at the very end. I skied well, I got sunburned, and I reaffirmed the love for this sport that has been missing for a day or two. And I reaffirmed that feeling, the feeling of being free, just by stepping onto a pair of skis.
So while I really am crazy, and while what I do is crazy, those days when everything goes right SO make up for the days that suck so badly. I am in love with this, I am in love with every aspect of it, even the tuning. I don't ever want to stop. At least for now.
"I may be crazy, but I am free."
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