Someone asked me, on a scale of 1 to 10, what was I at. I couldn't answer. Every hour I fluctuate from a 5, maybe a 4, then up to a 7 a few hours later, then maybe an 8. I think that's the beauty of being an athlete before a big competition. I love and hate the anxiety, anticipation, the joy, and the energy. It has replaced the drugs I used, the highs of love and lows of loss. I dig boardercross. It's very real - shaping snow into features so that we can slam into each other and then into bank turns. Too cool.Coarse inspection and practice starts tomorrow for the Grand Prix at Boreal.
Oh, and that's my room above. I love that there are snowboards around every turn in our house. We're people full of passion.
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