Mystique of the Bianchi
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Friday, February 22, 2008
I wanted so badly to enjoy my weekend of skiing. Monday off. I had THREE DAYS to do nothing but forget work and go skiing. As the weekend got closer, my attitude soured and I didn’t feel like heading out of town...and I always want to get outta Dodge for a few full days of skiing until I drop.
On Saturday, we skied close to home because I was tired.
And on Sunday, when we hit the hilly place that I love that is only open for a fraction of the season because conditions have to be nearly perfect to even allow skiers on the trails, I was tired...the melt-into-a-puddle-right-where-I’m-standing tired.
Monday, I woke up with the latest crud. A vacation day no less. I’ve been home from work since then, but there’s been plenty to do around my office that has had me sitting on my backside, resting-up, yet somehow feeling productive in between naps and looking out the window.
And speaking of looking out the window, have you realized that it used to be dark by 5:30?
- OB thinkin' a quick spin on the Nokians sounds great, but I'd better sleep on it!
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
I picked up yesterday’s legs by mistake.
They were right next to today’s fresh ones, but I must have missed the Day Old sign. I poked one a couple times and it seemed to spring back just fine.
But out on the trails when it counted they were a bit stale.
- OB that’s what I get for not at least jumping up and down on them a couple of times to test them out