Vacation

Tonight, I’ve stumbled upon a rare gem of an evening where I can actually plop down and watch a hockey game. Usually, my routine is as predictable as a sitcom rerun: clock out from work, dive into training, blend up a recovery smoothie that’s probably too green for its own good, and then crash harder than a clumsy figure skater. But lately, my job has been giving me a mental workout that’s tougher than any gym session, leaving me gasping for a breather like I’ve just sprinted through my entire day. Wrestling with a solid nine hours of focus feels like asking my aging brain to run a marathon without training. Luckily, my knack for juggling time like a circus performer means I’ve still managed to squeeze in those all-important workouts. Today, I was on fire, knocking out both sessions by 6 PM. Escaped for a lung-busting hill session on Sentinel at lunch and wrapped it up with some much-needed regeneration after battling the commute home.

As I’m sifting through photos, half-watching the Avalanche attempt a Hail Mary against the Blue Jackets, I can’t help but think Colorado needs a miracle lineup to dodge missing the playoffs.

Stumbled upon this snapshot of Moonlight Basin and, honestly, it’s hard to believe this gem is tucked away in Montana. Sure, the commercial glitz is hard to ignore, but you’ve gotta tip your hat to the sheer bliss of living it up there like you own the place. Took a spin there about a month back, cruising the snowy streets on my new bike. Felt like a breath of fresh Montana air, a sweet escape from the same-old Missoula that’s felt a bit more monochrome these frosty months. It was like stepping into another world.

So here I am tonight, a change of pace with my feet up, hockey on the TV, mentally mapping out my next great adventure on two wheels.