And it shows, injury rates are way higher than they have been in other years. Concussions, bronchitis, sprained, strained and torn knee ligaments are commonplace. There has even been an aneurism and a potential case of meningitis (worst case scenario) or severe viral infection (best case scenario). Basically, we've been absolutely destroyed. Our bodies are tired and we've been paying for it big time.
As soon as one person gets injured or sick it puts more strain on the rest of the workforce which, in turn, results in further exhaustion proving injury.
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The other day I snapped at work. I almost never say no to work and I always feel obliged to work because, well, I'm at work. But this day in particular I said 'nope, nope, fucking nope'. And my supervisors couldn't figure out why. Maybe because I am tired.
I am tired of working non-stop, I am tired of putting everything I have into work with little in return, I am tired of feeling like a pawn in your commercial game, I am tired of no gratitude and high expectations, I am tired of having no time or energy to ski for myself.
It doesn't matter that I just got my first two days off in a row since early December. That doesn't fix the damaged cartilage in my knees, the heavy legs or mental drain.
It's at this point that the love starts to wane and the passion begins to look a little less bright.
What do you do when something that gives you life and hope and happiness starts to sour before your eyes?
Skiing, for me, might as well be a person. The sheer joy and obsession I find in skiing is akin to that of a heady crush. I think about it constantly, replaying moments that we've shared together over and over, counting down the moments until I can feed the addiction. I can see the beauty even in the grey and miserable.
And maybe that's what I need to remember. I am here for the sheer love of skiing. No matter what happens at work, no matter how much I get in my pay check, no matter how much I want to quit and cry and get frustrated.
I am here for the feeling of incomprehensible joy when you feel the g-force in a massive carving turn or when the powder spills under your feet and caresses up over your body. When you stomp a trick you've been killing yourself on. When you scrape past a tree and the adrenaline takes over.
I am here for when the adrenaline takes over.
