Things are wrapping up here in Canada. Nick
has gone back
to Wales to save
some cash before he joins the Navy (I
know,
retard right?). So
things are pretty quiet around the apartment
these days; and
gone is
the tempation to go out drinking. Damn British and
their alcoholic ways. Little old innocent me is
susceptible to suggestion
you know! Here is a picture of Nick last night in town and me saying "look at this tool, leaving the life of a ski instructor to go get his rectum stretched on the high seas".
Finding someone to replace him and ease my burden with the rent has proven a little difficult and with my departure so close I have all but given up. I guess I'll just take the hit of doubling my rent for a total of 2 months. It's not like I need money to keep doing what I'm doing. Wait... what?
Perisher is
locked in for
another year. Flights are booked and
I'll be setting
off on my way in
about 6
weeks. Despite how much I like it here - I
am looking forward
to something different so
much that I
fear I'm developing restless
legs syndrome. I
am getting so
used to packing up and
leaving every six months...
will I
ever be
able to stop?
James the Junkie Wanderer? I
did have my first Murtaugh moment a
little over a
week ago;
reminding me that one day I
will actually be
too old for
this shit.
So as the end of another segment draws near I ask myself, how was this trip? Successful? Let's think about it this way:

I
was loving working in
Scandinavia and
had myself a
nice little set
up in Åre
but I
thought I
should give
myself one more season of real
snow,
massive powder days and
awesome riding in general
before I get settled in
anywhere. The irony of it all is
that this is
the worst season Alberta has had in
years and
Sweden got
some pretty sweet dumps from
what I
hear. The season started so
strong with the best and
biggest opening this century and
here we are at the end and - other than a
little dusting
here and
there - that was about it. Cruel irony. I
am well prepared for
the fact that when I
go back
to Sweden later
this year it's going to be
the opposite but screw it.
Training has been awesome. What I
learned in
my PT course back in 2008
was a
complete joke in retrospect. Real-life experience is
how you learn. The problem is,
the more I
learn,
more I get
confused; in
some respects at least. The fitness industry is filled
with so
many myths and so
much rhetoric that so
much of it conflicts.Despite all
my best
efforts with training,
I've been taking a bit
of a
beating both on and
off the slopes. A
sprained wrist,
bruised nerve in
my hand, an
over-active lower back and
hints of knee issues creeping back.
Shamefully,
the origin of most of my injuries can be
traced back
to drunken/
hungover antics that while kind of funny,
are a
little tragic.One of my big goals while I was here was to do a little more instructor certification. Now I am having doubts. I have had so little time to practice and so few 'everyone is a hero on a powder day' days that quite frankly; I suck. I have serious doubt as to whether I am ready to tackle my level 3 CASI cert but screw it. Here goes. Wish me luck on the 21st of April people. I am going to need a shitload of it.Who the hell says "screw it" - seriously?
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