I enjoy walking out of the house in the morning and seeing a fresh blanket of snow on a sunny day. I trudge through the walkway that has not yet been shoveled because getting to the ski area is just way more important. It is lovely in the mornings and the air tastes good when I breathe it. The anticipation I feel while standing in line is such that I cannot even stand still most mornings. The hallways of unbroken snow, created by aspens and pine trees, are all I can think of. Partially asleep, my journey to the ski area feels like a dream, and the next few hours will go by in an instant. I get on the lift, excited for what lies ahead, and in the crisp morning air I pull out my Sour Diesel doober, there is no better way to start the day.
The muscle relaxation and calmness I encounter when smoking weed allows for better focus and combined with skiing becomes a form of meditation. I reach a state of mind state that allows me to truly let go. My mind is focused on one thing, not to run into stuff. I am not thinking about what I have on the calendar for later, nor am I thinking about what upset me yesterday, I am purely in the moment. A little weed in my system allows me find to that thing that athletes call “the zone”. The high amounts of stress I feel in my life are washed away as I concentrate on getting down the hill.
The high starts in the middle and it vibrates out from the center like my body is carbonated. My senses are responsive, and I am attentive to the universe in motion. I stay mellow, tension can be a risky emotion when skiing. I want to hit every carved out burm I see, and I try to pop off all the different little jumps that come my way. Marijuana helps me loosen up a bit and not be so rigid, something I will want when that next turn makes me tumble and fall for a little ways. It amplifies the enjoyment of the day and I usually find myself goofing off more and more.