I love waking up to the serenity of a fresh snowfall. Sounds are muffled and thoughts are calmed. It started snowing 3 days ago and has piled up over 100cm of snow in Collingwood. The act of rushing somewhere is impossible in this winter wonderland, making the pace feel slow. Everyone, generally, gets to where they want to go. They may have tested out the snow bank on the way or have a few hand prints on their bumper from good samaritans pushing them along. Nonetheless, the obvious chaos of such sudden and extreme weather seems to bring people together.
With this new white blanket, Georgian Peaks is calling my name. I'm almost ready. I have a few more loose ends to tie up in the gym and another follow-up with my surgeon, and then I can have my dessert. I'm stronger than the month before, but I am not yet stronger than the year before. I'm leaving for Calgary on Sunday to meet up with Matt Jordan, team trainer. He and I will determine my progress, my next phase and discuss the first days on snow. I can guarantee I will have some serious foot cramps. I wore my ski boots in a photo shoot yesterday and could barely stay standing. I also gave myself severe frostbite from an icing session on my calf which may be sensitive outside. However, besides my physical reaction to skiing for the first time in a year, I look so forward to the mental stimulation. Just to be in my gear with skis under me will mean that I accomplished yet another goal. I accept the long road ahead of me from my first run down Georgian Peaks to my first run at the Lake Louise downhill. Each week presents a new hurdle with different severity and different tools required, but I feel as though I own a shop now. I have learned so much about myself and what I need to be successful. Of course, some days I feel that I've sharpened one tool and I turn around to find five more that are so dull I feel like throwing them out. But if I turn around just one more time, I will find yet another tool that will help me see the big picture more clearly. Besides tools, I have people. I continue to meet incredible souls with genuine hearts and big minds. Now that I've been home for almost a year, I feel that I'm living as normal a life as I know. And I'm comfortable. Sometimes I wonder what that means. But the second I question if I've grown so comfortable that I have little drive remaining, I get angry deep in my soul. I have unfinished business and I need to learn more about my potential. I know, now, that my physical ability is directly related with my confidence and aggression. The more I heal, the hungrier I get. I want my dessert. But I appreciate and respect the meal.
My mom will laugh at this one. Somehow, I made my knee recovery into a story about food. She says every memory I have as a child has to do with food... my first fruit roll-up, those peach dumplings, the giant muffins from Costco.
The moral is that I like food and I like snow. Don't you?