I feel guilty.
This weekend was busy – I wrote, read, spent time with relatives, ran around my beautiful city with my handsome friends.
Sunday, I alternated between reading, watching LOST, doing laundry, and just snoozing in the sunbeam thrown across my couch.
This was all very pleasant. But… no matter what I do, I just can’t shake the feeling… that I should have been skiing.
To make matters worse, I woke up Monday morning to every ski area in a two hour radius celebrating their new-fallen snow. 7″ at Stowe. 6″ – 10″ at Smuggler’s Notch.
Don’t get me wrong – I’m glad the snow’s back. We need it. But I wish I was in it, up to my boot tops in fluffy white…
How will I make it to Thursday night race league? By taking deep breaths. By wobbling my way through yoga poses in my bedroom. By walking to the shores of Lake Champlain at lunchtime.
In short, I can’t way to be in the mountains again.
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