Doldrums

still waiting.


Happier times.

I love the fall. It would be absolutely fine with me if the seasons were fall, winter, fall, winter, etc. Bypassing summer and spring. I've been logging some miles both trail running and trail riding to build some strength and endurance for winter.

In the past, the fall has been spent bouldering and sending routes. I haven't done any of that this year unfortunately. Other than at the Front, but that doesn't count.

You see, I've thrown a bunch of money down for light ski stuff to see what I can do at some rando races this winter. I feel a little like Nacho Libre. "Precious Father, why have you given me this desire to race and then made me such a stinky warrior?" I'm not expecting to be competitive in the races per se, I just want to see what I can do personally. Race against myself if you will. I'm not even that great of a skier, so why is it that every time I go run (BTW, when I run, my brain turns off. Simple arithmetic becomes difficult)I think of the new carbon boots or the 140 gram bindings that I'll have this winter? It's kind of retarded.

So, right now is the doldrums for me. I'm ready to start skiing. I'm still having fun running. As far as climbing goes, a few sport routes here and there are all I can muster. But let's get on with it already. Where's the snow?