I have contracted that seasonal STD (stoke transmitted disease). I feel like my heart is about to bust through my chest and I'm so antsy I can barely read. I know it's August but I really want to go snowboarding. I'm waiting for 3:30 so I can go meet with my friend to talk about that winter 'sport'. For us it is more like a way of life. I was looking forward to this rendezvous and then to eat up some time I read an article on mogul riding. Thanks K.C. it really put my mind back in the zone. It's amazing I'm not back to "bro speak" too. I will relish the days when my Saturdays are filled with Park Monster training and evenings spent with dear friends discussing tactics or when the next storm will hit.
I really was loving the spring and summer. Living a few blocks from the Atlantic will do that I guess, no haunting peaks to remind me of winter. But all that relaxation is over now. It will be replaced with anxiously awaiting when the snow guns will be turned on. Waxing, tuning, and pouring over the newest gear, drooling with delight at thought of hidden stashes and perfect spins.
If I don't go mad first.
I await.
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