Last week, my mom & I were going through some junk from my dad's desk when we found a folded up piece of lined paper, faded yellow with age. As I carefully unfolded the brittle paper and I began to focus on the words, tears began to stream down my face.
It was a poem.
A poem about skiing.
Walking down a pretty roadway Looking up into the sky Watching snowflakes that are falling through lights unto the ground. I am dreaming of that powder that once I knew I found moving lightly through a snow fall with music all around For I found a place called heaven and few around will know of the beauty you can find winter flying through the snow I have found that perfect mountain where everyone should ski There dreams of really flying And now I know I'm free Skiing high up in the rockies in a powder that is free floating over mountain moguls until we're in our bed.
My mom smiled through her tears.
"I believe that was the first time your father ever really skied powder," she explained. His Unc…
To pound a One liter Nalgene of Water before leaving the house Every Day!
They say it takes 21 days to break one habit and create a new one. So my challenge for the next few days is to pound a one liter Nalgene every morning BEFORE I go skiing. That way, I should get at let half of my daily water allowance BEFORE I ever leave the house :) I am thinking that this will make me a happier & faster skier, a more fun person to be around...oh yeah, and I will be hydrated!!