My local ski area closes in a week. There's still enough snow, but because it operates on Forest Service leased land, the season is always over in early April because of grizzly bears, who live in the area and need to roam in peace. I'm not sad about it.
I won't have to check the snow report. Uh oh, "grooming irregularities!" I won't have to worry about whether I'll get blocked in when parking. I can put my snowboards away for the winter knowing I put in a good effort and now it's time for something else.
As much as I like trail running, sometimes there are days when the snow is deep or the woods are a muddy mess, and I'm pretty much OK with bailing on it and going to the gym instead. When I start freezing while riding my bike in the fall, I put it in the garage without feeling guilty.
There's sometimes a relief when you don't have to do something, even if you really like it. I used to only run. I ran every day. I was obsessed with running. But after awhile, I stopped enjoying it. It became an obligation, not something fun. It was only when I started doing other activities more, like hiking or going to the gym, that I enjoyed running again.
Winter is over. It was 70 degrees here today. Snowboards and snowshoes will hang out in the garage till next year. And that's a good thing, because there are trails and mountains waiting to be explored.
|Ready for this view!|