Seems everyone is having great dreams these days, and last night was my lucky day. For some reason, I’m heading quickly downhill, when I realise that I’m freeheeling. Heading straight for some trees, bend my back leg, curve the back, and flow into a turn. Oh, such sweet feeling. Ensconced in warm clothes, the cold mountain air trying to pry its way in, enveloped in a sheath of body heat, the thighs screaming in agony with the lactic acid build-up.
Can’t wait for the snow to fall.