Unless, of course, I have the opportunity to ski in the East.
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Unless, of course, I have the opportunity to ski in the East.
Thanks for sharing. Your SCUBA experience is similar to my ski experience. I graduated from a state school in north eastern NY back in the December of 1999. After 4.5 years of trying to blend sound academic fortitude and practice with a vicious snowboarding habit I was handed a plaque of sorts that represented a degree in English/Print Journalism. Grandparents were in attendance, Mom and Dad were proud and after a celebration dinner I offered rushed hugs and gunned my 1994 Honda Civic for Jay Peak.
I started working in the rental/repair shop at 7:30 the following morning…….that was 16 years ago. Much has happened since then. I've bounced back and forth between the northeast and the northwest a few times. Learned to tele. Got back on alpine skis after a long knuckle dragging hiatus. Blew out a knee. Spent 10 years rock climbing. tried to quit skiing for climbing….eventually quit climbing for fly fishing. Married a girl from Sisters, Oregon. Bought a house in Bend. And all the while the simple and silly enticement of sliding on snow has guided me along.
I'm now almost 40. I've somehow managed to stay in the mom and pop retail game long enough to claw my way to a livable wage; but it seems that staying in the game has come at a cost--I don't need to ski anymore. The love of the sport is still intact, but these days I would rather work 50+ hours a week through the winter so I can coast a bit through the summer. I've found that the modern moutain bike, with all it's slacked out geometry and gloriously plush suspension, is the fountain of youth. And it is certainly easier on that janky knee. I guess I've finally found that separation of work in play that some people insist on.
Hobbies/passions also have layers. Music, for example folks go through phases of playing different genres and different instruments. I started on drums in High School concert and jazz bands, some college theory, then played rock bands, blues bands, progressive stuff, and even some basic gospel blues bass. I have a quiver of gear from guitars to brass and woodwinds, only the kids play the latter though.
Skiing is the same. You can get in to Racing, BC. Bumps, Freestyle, XC, all in phases or try to do some of each every other week.
A change is as good as a rest. I suggest you explore an area you haven't explored that much before (if there are any left - most folks are much better at their favorite aspects). I don't mean change equipment as in telemark, snowboard, skis, etc. I mean explore bumps, high performance carving on hard pack, back country skiing, speed skiing, billy-goating (i.e. technical steeps that cannot be skied fast), etc. Of course you may need to change equipment too to have the right tool for the job.
Edit: I see crgildart beet me to it.
Try roller blading and there is a good chance that your back will let you.
Take a break, you'll start to miss it. Then go out for fun, not "work". Just let it distill down to the basics: you, snow, skis. Nobody else, nothing else. Remember why you love to ski, and go do THAT for awhile. Get rid of the distractions, noise, people, stress. Just you and the mountain. She'll speak to you again and you'll remember.
Back to the basics.
"I'm a ski bum and I am only here to make money so I can go skiing".
I figured out long ago that I am not an athlete (truth be known I am kinda clumsy) and would never become all that great a skier but if I worked at it I could be come a great ski bum. Mission accomplished.
I like that first one Dano, quote worthy for sure. And as for a clumsy guy, I remember you being a pretty good skier and a great ski bum. Hoping to follow in your foot steps someday.
Maybe the OP needs to move to the beach and take up surfing? Oddly, surfing was all I wanted to do in my spare time until I got into skiing. Now I rarely surf, because I am trying to make money to go skiing.
Jealous! I need me some ski buds.
Played bass for 16 years, if you're still looking for someone...
And on the theme of this thread: it's happened twice to me (and I'm only 40), once with music & once with sports. With each, I got to a point where I just wasn't excited by it anymore, even though I was still quite good; it was a labor (and not one of love!). In each case, I just walked away, and haven't really looked back, mostly because I found something else as a creative or physical outlet. In that sense, skiing saved me! Though I suspect that someday I'll move on from skiing as well. (I know, I know -- blasphemy!)
The big thing that I realized going through both of those episodes is that being good at something, and enjoying that something, are not the same thing. If you aren't enjoying it, then you shouldn't feel any guilt at all about walking away to find something you are passionate about.
Pro patrol, music, mountain biking, new variety of skiing = the means. The end? Itchycoo Park. A state of mind.
No, Matti, it is not.
@ShopGimp, do you have kids? Maybe it's time.
I'm unable to put into words how much I disdain I have for the notion of becoming a parent; and my wife has a stronger anti-kid sentiment than I do. Children are not in the cards for us.
LOL. I never had kids, did end up with step-kids, but the youngest was 14 at the time I came into his life. Not an easy age to transition into being a father, which took years honestly.
Looking at people with young kids, yes there's a side of me that regrets not having kids, but for the most part I'm quite relieved.
Ski more powder.
Don't take this wrong, because I totally respect where you're coming from, but you have disdain for skiing, and disdain for parenthood -- -- this probably isn't where you are finding your people. "Disdain" is a pretty strong word. In any case, as others have said, I wouldn't worry about it. Looks like you have it figured out, and just want approval? Hereby granted. I think everyone gets it.
Oh I'm fine with it. Just exercising a little cathartic social networking banter to confirm I'm not alone. And I'm not. Moving on.