It's September. You're a skier. You know what I mean.
The closest analogue I can think of is the anticipation you get as a kid in the weeks before Christmas. The anticipation is almost better than the event itself. The Christmas anticipation I got as a child has long since faded away, but The Feeling returns every year.
I usually start to get it around mid-August. The weather outside doesn't really matter. The forecasted high this weekend for my Northern California home is around 100-101 F. The Feeling is still there. I'm not sure what the trigger is. Maybe it's the ski movie trailers that seem to be circulating around more often with their tour dates often starting later this month. Maybe it's the end-of-summer sales. Football season. It's could be when the first issue of Powder shows up in the mail. I don't know. But whatever the trigger is, I feel like it pushes seratonin into my system that stays from September - April.
I first got The Feeling in the fall of 2001. It was the first fall after I'd taken up snowsports seriously. The previous year we moved from Orange County, CA to the Sierra Foothills. I joined the nordic ski team, worked at Boreal starting mid-winter, and bought my first snowboard. I was hooked.
The Feeling returned every fall for the better part of a decade. I learned to alpine ski, then tele, and usually got in anywhere from 30-70 days/winter. The Feeling carried me through my senior year of high school, then college, then graduate school. Every fall I'd go stir crazy waiting for the snow to fly. Summer sports are great. Warm rock is nice. Tacky trails are fun. But it's the cold. The ice. The floaty, flying, slarvy feeling underfoot that I truly crave.
Then in 2009, it stopped. I had a bad crash at Squaw that winter and wasn't sure exactly how the recovery would go. At first things seemed fine. But then they stopped getting better. I largely sat out the next four seasons with a number of surgeries, misdiagnosis of complications stemming from the injury, and pain so bad that I couldn't snowboard in a soft boot, let alone ski. My leg even started to ache sometimes when I took my dog for a walk around the neighborhood. Couple that with being on-and-off un-/underemployed because of a terrible job market during the recession, and I was a bit despondent at times.
But then, last December I had surgery to fix the lingering issues with my leg. My awesome orthopedic surgeon actually posts here from time to time. In February I took my first turns without pain since 2009. I ended up getting something like six days in. My leg needed strengthening, but no pain. A bunch of bike riding, hiking, and a bit of running later, and I'm feeling pretty good.
The Feeling is back for the first time in five years. I'm amped for this season. It's going to be amazing, and, after wondering if I'd ever walk without a limp again, 6.5 total months on crutches from four surgeries, etc., I'll appreciate it that much more.
So there you have it.
What's The Feeling like for you? What triggers it? When did you first get it?
Pray for snow.
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