Why?
Why can I jump out of bed at 4:30am to ski, but have a rough time waking up at 7:30 any other day?
Why is it fun to suffer?
Why can I curse the elements in one breath, then glorify them mere seconds later?
Why do I push my physical/mental limits for recreational purposes?
Why does a backcountry outing stick in my mind for months?
Why do we climb a mountain to ski down, when 1/2 mile away people are riding chairs to the top of 2 world class resorts?
Why?
This is why:
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February 17, 2009 at 4:53 pm
Why can someone who helps doctors reconstruct vaginas to the tune of 7 per day not figure out how to trim his skins? We missed you Saturday. Glad to see you’re back in the saddle and made it out Monday.
Thursday?