For the first time in a long time the reason I can't remember details about the last time I went out drinking is not the quantity of alcohol I had on that particular night, but rather the time that has passed between then and now. I could count the number of times I have eaten out in the last 5 months on my fingers and in that time the contents of my bank account have almost tripled.
It is not until I stop and realise that I will be out of here 5 days short of breaking the 6 month mark that some sort of consistency starts to show.
Despite the serious lack of snow this season I managed to get my ass down to BC for some decent snow. Decent being a relative term here in that Revelstoke gets an average of 15m of snow annually while this year it has not broken the 6m mark. Two full days of trees, power, drops and out-of-bounds were pretty heavy going for someone having only done something like 17days of riding this season. This, on top of an already weakened back, has caused me some issues... As such I have pulled out of my level 3 course with my tail between my legs. Lots of corrective training and massage and I should be ok for my June start date in Perisher but the prospect of packing up my gear ready for the flight seems quite likely.
With maturity on the rise and introspection at an all time high I start to think about factors that have contributed to the formative moments of the past 6 years; particularly the past 12 months. It's now painfully obvious that hindsight is 20/20 but hopefully the sober state in which I've learned this lesson will help it to stay with me while I do my best to repent. In short: that is a very vague, pompous and round-about way of saying that I have been a royal ass without even realising it and I hope I can fix the heinous mess I made... one day.
2010 has thus far been one of those years that breezes by and before you know it you're thinking shit; we're a THIRD of the way through it! Up until a few weeks ago I wouldn't have been surprised to wake up and look at the calendar to see January staring back at me.
Not the case now... Since I booked my flights and started actually looking at the calendar the weeks have been crawling by at a painful pace.
What's more is it looks like I may need to look at re-routing my trip as the freakin' apocalypse hits. Apparently global warming has decided to step it up a notch and send fourth and end-of-days ash cloud from underneath the melting ice, wiping out air traffic across pretty much all of Europe. While it's still 4 weeks away reports I have read say that the eruptions show no signs of subsiding any time soon. What the hell? I may have to look at getting my travel insurance company to fork out for a ticket the other way round the world and skip my London visit. No traditional epic weekend in London? I shudder at the thought.
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