Nothing cool happens in the winter, except Banff. I love Banff. I mostly feel like a poser when I go, but I don't even care. It's great to see all the crazy cool outdoorsy people come out of hiding and watch all these films about even crazier people. People are insane. I don't understand the things that people make their bodies do. I usually leave way pumped and inspired to take up some extreme hobby, and this year was no exception. I want to be a climber. Climbers get to see the world from a different point of view than anyone else in the world, plus they have way hot bods. This guy is a free climber and made me so nervous. It was the only film that literally made my palms sweat. He could die so easily at any time, but it hardly phases him.
But really, I'd be fine being extreme at anything, with the exception of maybe unicycling. That is just silly. Unfortunately, I am as average as they come. I'm average height, weight, grades (maybe slightly above, but still), average ability in everything I try. The Olympics aren't helping either. They are definitely contributing to my decreasing self esteem, that was once at average levels.
Maybe someday I'll be above average at something, anything.
Enough of that, Lachelle is having her twins tomorrow! I can't stop thinking about it. Good Luck Lish!