My new found love
It’s the end of February and I find myself torn between seasons. Due to my new-found love of snowboarding, more so splitboarding, I’m experiencing a new love for winter because I am finally able to make the best out of this season spending it as often as possible in the mountains. Like I prefer doing during the rest of the year. Until now, I always had to take a forced break from the mountains because I’ve never been a winter’s person and hadn’t found a suitable winter sports for me. Might have something to do with my surname.. 😉 I really tried. I went skiing and even retrieved my bob from our basement. Nothing really fit me. Nothing felt right. Luckily, I finally found my thing – thanks to my man – and that’s a satisfying feeling to say the least.
Running: an old love revived
But still, besides finally enjoying winter without impatiently counting the days until spring I catch myself now looking forward to spring anyway. That’s my dilemma: I want to deepen my skills in snowboarding, i.e. I have to, on the few weekends with enough snow left but at the same time I am longing for spring. I love our garden in spring, the tulips, the trees, busy bees and hummingbirds… I love not having to wear several layers of clothes plus a winter jacket, I love wandering around watching people happily enjoying their first coffee in the sun. Most of all, I love running in spring. Although we are running all the year round (there is no bad weather, only wrong clothes…and so on), running in spring is my favourite: the temperatures are just right – not unbearably hot and my thighs aren’t feeling like ice anymore – the landscape is colourful, days are longer….what’s not to love about spring?
Torn between seasons
So here I am, torn between my favourite sports and between two awesome seasons. In Winter I fell in love with my splitboard, last summer I fell in love with running again after having lost my love for it a few years ago. Running helps me clearing my head and organizing my thoughts, splitboarding enables me to think of nothing at all. It’s the end of February, there are only a few weekends left for splitboard tours and I’m feeling sad thinking about it. But at the same time I am delighted spring is just around the corner. When one door closes, another opens. New adventures are waiting, there are new challenges on my to-do-list I’m going to face and definitely new failures (because we are speaking about me here and if I am really good at one thing, it’s failures, but there will also be new accomplishments to experience.
Instead of feeling sad I am now going to embrace the last weekends in the snow and collect precious moments to remember. And when spring finally arrives I’ll be more than ready to start into a new season with new adventures to come.