The snow is perfect today. It took an enormous amount of willpower to make myself detour past the high speed quad lift down to my car. I knew I needed to, not just because of my desire to stay employed but because I could feel the fatigue in my legs and body. I’d pushed myself hard today, staying mostly away from the corduroy and riding the tree paths and powder runs. The most punishment came from the back country-like runs through the trees, the ones that were still not packed, but had been ridden enough to develop some fun trails through a rough terrain. I tried to get through them with as much speed as possible, but sometimes it was difficult to scout the path far enough ahead to navigate… I hit some really fun jumps that way that I wouldn’t otherwise have been brave enough to try.
I’m sitting at my desk now feeling like a rubber chicken. Man, if there was ever a time that I needed to hit the treadmill it is definitely now… well, not NOW – maybe tomorrow. Or Saturday.
Ah, to hell with the treadmill, I just need to board more often.