I realize that I have really not been blogging even semi-regularly, and I apologize. I do not actually have internet in my dorm-style apartment and skiing or running fall much higher on my current priority list than blogging.
Anyway, I've been in Telluride for about two months now and I love it. I've been working a lot more because I got a second job at the coffee shop right next to the restaurant where I also work (convenient). Everything has slowed down a bit here now that the holidays are over, and we are all waiting for more snow. Most of the mountain is open anyway, but there are some pretty sketchy runs that will easily take a couple chunks out of your skis. I have been trying to run (yay for altitude training!), ski, and practice spanish as much as I possibly can before March arrives. I am flying home on March 4 and flying from Pittsburgh to Montevideo, Uruguay on March 10. Everything still seems pretty unreal. I'm probably going to have a minor panic attack trying to unpack and repack all of my stuff during the six days that I'm home.
I'm trying to think of a funny anecdote to better describe mountain life... yesterday I finally had a day off from both jobs (kind of- I still had a meeting at 9am, but that was it). A lot of other people that live in my building said they were going riding early so I got back as soon as I could and stopped by to meet up with them. Well, they were all awake, which is a good start, but they had also all had about 4 vodka and orange juices for breakfast and were not in any shape to hit the mountain. I left to go running thinking that they would stop drinking because they ran out of orange juice, and I when I got back some of them were out riding and some of them were asleep... I cooked some breakfast to try to rally the troops, but they just went back to sleep after or were staying inside. So I borrowed my friends skis who still has demo bindings and adjusted them for me. They were men's 178cm volkl skis. I put on my borrowed helmet, turned ski tracks on, put on a good playlist, and had a blast. I hit 65.6 mph down the groomers and skied with a friend until they closed the mountain. Then I went back to my room, returned the skis, changed really fast, and headed to Montrose with another friend for awesome Mexican food and grocery shopping.
It's a pretty awesome life. Hopefully I'll be able to write more soon :)
